I am not particularly good at this.
I can do it at your house, your cottage, my family cottage but not so much in the city.
I feel like this is supposed to be my time of being quiet. This is my time to sit with it all, reflect and figure out some stuff that distraction and life have smothered in the past.
I draw my energy from people and being really, really busy and engaged in all that life offers. When I have a bit of time I try to fill it and if my house is quiet I want to have people over or go out.
But sometimes we are supposed to rest and reflect.
I am trying really hard to embrace these moments but it does not come naturally to me. After not being home one single night for 3 1/2 weeks solid and being wired from a very demanding and productive work schedule over the last two months, my plans for Saturday night fell through.
I got my book and got on the couch and tried to, you know, be that way. I read. I stared out of the window. I read. I stared out of the window.
It was weird.
But I am trying.