I came home to an empty
house. J was still at work, and I had dropped my mom off at the
airport earlier after her two-week visit here. Even the otherwise
very talkative cats were quiet. It was eerie.
I have the kind of job
where I have to actively interact with lots of different people in a
loud environment all day, every day. By the time I finish work I am
usually mentally exhausted. This kind of job will do that to you, if
you're an introvert like I am. Silence is a welcome change, solitude
a respite. But today, the same silence I usually seek in order to
recharge after work felt strange, unfamiliar.
I went looking for a
different kind of silence, the kind you find running in the woods, thinking
it would help me get my thoughts in order. As the jingle of the
ice-cream truck faded away in the distance, the voices in my head got
louder. Conversations with family, friends, acquaintances, colleagues
I'd had earlier today, conversations from days ago, older
conversations still made my head buzz. I pressed pause, rewound,
replayed them. I tried out different answers, different outcomes. I
said something nice instead of something mean, I shouted in anger
instead of keeping quiet, I kept quiet instead of saying something
stupid. Nothing changed. The things I hadn't said remained unsaid,
the things that I had said remained etched in memory. All that
brooding did was give me temporary relief from keeping my thoughts
bottled up for so long.
The technical trail
demanded my attention. I skipped between stones and roots, lost in my
thoughts. I almost twisted my ankle, distracted and unobservant as I
was. When I got home, J was back. The silence that had haunted the
house earlier was gone. We don't always need to speak to communicate
what we want and how we're feeling. We're so in tune with each other,
we just know. But with others, it's not as easy to say the right
thing at the right time.
I wish I could be
clearer, make my voice speak as loudly and eloquently as it does in
my head while I'm running. Maybe then I wouldn't need to risk
twisting an ankle.
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