When life seems to move 100 miles a minute, it’s hard to slow down.
I guess I should preface that statement. You can break my “life” up into two different categories. Life at home and life at work.
Life at home is moving along swimingly.
Life at work, that’s the one going 100 miles a minute. Things are…busy. Busy is great. R&D on new flavors. Tradeshow & event planning. Social Media. Packaging development. PR opportunities. And so much more. All things I love.
With all these things comes noise. Every day in my office my senses are bombarded like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my professional life. The aroma of cinnamon or caramel day in and day out. The sound of coworkers on sales calls. The sound of (sometimes heated) meetings. Stacks of magazines and files and papers I need to review pile up around me. Two different computers I find myself toggling between multiple times a day. The buzz of my phone’s intercom telling me I have a call.
There’s times I’m just unable to focus.
There’s times not even my headphones can drown it all out. I just want to shut my door. Turn my phone to do not disturb. Shove all the paper piles into the trash.
I’m the kind of girl that needs silence…alone time…some sort of tranquility at least every once in a while.
Lately it’s been so hard to find.
Until today. I went into the lunch room, as I so often do. But today, it was empty. The lights were off. I shut the door so the odor of my leftovers heating in the microwave didn’t permeate the rest of the office. Instead of heading back to my desk after my lunch was warmed, I turned toward the long cafeteria style table in the center of the room and decided to sit down.
I ate lunch by myself. In the dimly lit room. And in complete silence.
Such a stark contrast to what fills my time while at work.
The silence was almost deafening. And it was beautiful. And refreshing.
And leaving me ready to tackle the rest of my day.