I've been craving stillness lately. I've spent the past few weeks hunting for alone time, stealing moments away from the chaos. Internally and externally, I have been pulled a thousand different ways. I've needed to recenter, to rediscover a sense of ease. To breathe deeply.
On Saturday, I asked a friend to deliver doughnuts to me, and I then stayed in all night watching British movies while I had the house to myself. The next day, I taciturnly enjoyed a dinner party. A friend quietly put her arm around me and held me as we watched the Olympics. A simple gesture, but it was perfect.
Yesterday, I felt a renewed sense of self. Camille, but refocused. Camille, but with a broader understanding. Every time I feel torn down, expended beyond recognition, I return revitalized with greater strength than I imagined possible for myself.
Maybe those introverts are on to something after all...