First, I love silence and cherish being alone. I seek out times to reflect and figure things out. Praying and listening and putting pieces together out of apparent chaos. Playing Jenga in reverse.
But there’s a limit. What is therapeutic in healthy doses can be fatal in large, and that needs to be written on every bottle of silence and stamped on every box of alone. They’re good for what ails ya, but they’ll pummel you to your knees with frightening fury if you take too much.
Some people love being alone. They celebrate singlehood or divorce like wearing a new jacket. I can see that. There is something liberating about being able to [Read more…]