Silence

I rarely crave silence.

I am a people person. I am energized by conversation. I am happiest when I'm interacting.

But lately, I want to hit the the internal mute button.

To be clear, it's not you.

It's me.

I'm sick of me.

I don’t mean that in a derogatory way. I do not struggle with insecurity. About 90% of the time, I’m comfortable in my own skin.

I do mean that I’m weary of the me-focus and the me-blog and the me-Twitter and the me-me-me.

I want me to be quiet.

Be still.

I'm sure it's just a season - a balance to my nearly constant sanguine.

But right now, it's needed.

And good.