I woke up alone in my bed today. It’s a first since the lockdown began. My partner has begun working again, and left early in the morning to help clean up his workplace.
I rose from bed earlier than I usually do. It was exciting, this alone time and the silence it offered. I made my coffee, washed my face, and sat on the couch of our living space.
As I sipped my coffee, I took my time enjoying the view outside my window. It was a grey day, with wet grass and sleek pavements. There was no person in sight, but occasionally, I would see the birds perching on the trees nearby. It was a peaceful sight.
Yesterday, I listened to a short clip about what one could do every day to spark their creativity. Among the suggestions was to give yourself at least 15 minutes every day of quiet time. It, they said, helps you connect dissonant ideas, and allows you to see new things and find novel solutions. I don’t know at what level these epiphanies are supposed to come to, but today, I did think of roundabout solutions to my dilemmas. Also, I got the brilliant idea of making beef noodle soup. We have leftover bean sprouts and beef stock in the fridge, and I didn’t want to throw them away.
My last post talked about wanting quiet time. Now, I have it – and my, it is so exquisite. Quiet time is great, but quiet mornings? They’re the best.