I've learned something about myself. When life gets hectic, my living space gets cluttered - my home, and shortly thereafter, my mind. Jack calls it brain noise, and lately, mine has been pegging the db meter. When that happens, I put my cranky pants on and shut myself away lest the ruckus start to make it's way out my mouth.
It's amazing how another person can affect the volume. Someone who typically causes a lot of noise can walk into a room and without making a single demand, crank the volume knob to 10.
Last night, after a 3 day battle to keep it in, (I failed) I saw someone who has always turned the volume down for me. By saw them, I mean I spotted them across an auditorium full of people, and as if by magic, the mute button was pressed.
I didn't talk to them much beyond a friendly exchange of hellos, but there's just something about the presence of a trusted friend that calms the soul.
What I find fascinating is that it's lasted 24 hours and counting, and I've found that today, I have the clarity to look at the stack of plates I'd been spinning, and start washing them up and putting them away, one by one.
I hope one day, I'm able to be that person for someone else. Maybe I already am... After all, my friend has no idea they've just done that for me.
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