I drove to the gym the other morning, and while opening my car door to walk inside, everything felt completely still for a second. No noise. No rush. Just cold air, silence. It felt really nice.

Maybe that’s part of getting older. Or maybe it’s exhaustion. Maybe after enough noise, your mind naturally starts searching for silence wherever it can find it.

I could watch paint dry in an empty room and be okay with it. No pressure to react. No need to fill the silence. Just space to breathe and let the world stay distant for a little while longer.