#Microblog Mondays 2: Quiet Happy.


(Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.)

I have been getting up a half hour earlier every day to write in my journal – even if it’s just a word or two – for a month now. Even on the days where it feels like I have little to say, the experience of it has been so good for me.

In the years of fertility treatments, where we were hoping against all odds to have a baby, the silence of my house mocked me; a reminder of how much I longed to be a parent and how scared I was that it wouldn’t happen. I avoided it at all costs; listened to music, talked over it, moved through it too quickly.

Now, my favorite part of journaling in the early mornings is that stillness. On most days, it infuses in me a quiet happy which I can use as an antidote to the stress of the day.

I love starting out my day communing with quiet words, coffee, and the sunrise.

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7 Responses to #Microblog Mondays 2: Quiet Happy.

  1. Turia says:

    It is so different when there is a child sleeping peacefully rather than an empty house, no?

    Love this post.

  2. katherinea12 says:

    Lovely post. Silence is such a double-edged thing – it can be so threatening in some contexts, but so soothing in others. I’m glad you’ve found your peace in it.

  3. JB says:

    I love those early-mornings where you wake up before the world. Just lovely.

  4. This is lovely. I’m just starting to journal too. I can’t do it every morning yet, but I’m working on creating a routine that will give me more “me” time in the morning. Keep it up!

  5. Communing with quiet words, coffee and sunrise. Beautiful!

  6. Mel says:

    Sometimes when I write in Charlotte, I think of you writing in Athena.

  7. Mother Canucker says:

    “The silence of my house mocked me”. This is how I feel at least once every day. Last December my husband and I waved the proverbial white flag when it came to trying to expand our family. We have a beautiful, thoughtful, kind and funny nine year old daughter. After seven years of trying to expand our family that included miscarriage and a failed attempt at international adoption, I was a shadow of my former self. The silence of my house is a near constant reminder of our “failure”. Maybe tomorrow morning I will turn the radio off for a while and try to look at the silence in a different way. Thank you.

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