Present Over Perfect

solitude. It’s almost like training wheels, or like a cast. I’m
so unfamiliar with listening deeply to my own life and
desires that I can only do it in the context and confines of
silence—I lose track of my own voice in a crowd very
easily.
In seasons of deep transformation, silence will be your
greatest guide. Even if it’s scary, especially if it’s scary, let
silence be your anchor, your sacred space, your dwelling
place. It’s where you will become used to your own voice,
your agency, your authority. It’s where you will nurture that
fledgling sense of authority, like a newborn deer on spindly
fragile legs. Silence will become the incubator for your
newfound spirit, keeping it safe, growing it steadily.
For the first time in my life, it’s when I’m alone and
quiet that I feel my strength. I need more and more of it than
I ever have, like a vitamin, like a safe house.