We are living in a time of constant distraction, discussion, debates, internet cancellations and dragging of people… etc. etc. and for the anxiety-prone, this can be extremely overstimulating and exhausting.
I am burnt OUT.
Although I try hard to practice self-care regularly,
(unplugging, washing my hair, drinking sleepy bear to you in the middle of the day)
I also find myself many times being totally absorbed in the social media trap or the black hole they call the Internet.
I’m a big podcast girl.
I was listening to one of these when I realized I had heard the episode already and naturally I hit pause and got lost in Instagram for about 20 minutes. I must’ve scrolled passed something that knocked me out of the trance I was in, or maybe it was just my stomach growling.
I went to the kitchen, start boiling water and cutting the brussels sprouts I’ve been meaning to eat since I purchased them almost a week ago.
My refrigerator gets cold af.
Listening to the sound of the roasting vegetables and now my boiling penne, I like these noises.
I like the sound of the rain outside.
I know there’s a big ASMR craze on YouTube right now, I low-key can’t stand it. But there’s something about being in the mist of semi-silence in your own space that’s a bit intriguing.
There’s something about the sound of this continuous storm that feels centering for me. Grounding. Humbling.
I don’t think I’ve sat in silence like this in quite some time.
To be honest I think I’ve been afraid to.
I’m dealing with a lot right now.
Maybe I’ll say more at a later time.
But for now, this is OK