These Days

     Isn’t it crazy the things we can get used to? I’m thinking about the precious moments of sensory deprivation in the shower, the comforting sounds of birds chirping amidst the sirens, and all the chaos in the world juxtaposed with all the nothing of the inside.

     I am discovering slowly that feeling guilty for the privileges I have doesn’t actually help anyone, and that gratitude is not a practice of being selfish but a practice of being whole. This theory helps me a lot in the times when I feel like I have nothing left to give (read: attention, money, care, personal hygiene). Maybe if I take responsibility for my own peace, it can ripple out, somehow?

     Then again, maybe that’s just what I'm telling myself. I’ve been telling myself a lot these days.