when it's quiet.

when it's quiet we have to answer to ourselves. 

i love noise and chaos and people and distractions... but when it comes down to it they stand between me and myself. 

why am i so uncomfortable asking myself the hard questions?  i have no problem asking you.  in fact, i want to know... i want you to tell me, to share your truth, because then i become a little more special and i know that much more about what makes up the pieces of who you are.  

so here i sit in (almost) silence wishing the words would come to me, the answers to my life's questions.  they don't.  

maybe it's the effort that counts.  the fact that i can sit in stillness for however short amount of time and reflect on that day, or hour, or moment.  i can obsess or stew on something that hurt me or i can let go of something that no longer serves me.  

it doesn't have to be a practice of perfection.  it just needs to be a practice in general.  

getting to know yourself is a daily task.  it takes time and commitment as any relationship does.  i pray i am always faced with the challenge.  at least then i know i'm changing and change is good.  change to me equals growth.  i hope i'm never the person i was a year ago.  i should have to get to know myself all over again. and again. and again.