It’s a strangely quiet day. The morning came unobtrusively, the house was quiet and still. The shower was eerily silent and the commute in to work calm. The line at Starbucks was short, the walk up the stairs to my office graceful. Now here I am amid the morning banter and routine yet still quiet and unusually calm. I don’t know what’s going on but I like it.
Sometimes I think quiet days like this are all in my mind. I believe you can make things quiet if you want to. I believe you can pretty much do anything you want to although I have yet to win the lottery which is something I want to do. I don’t want to win so I can have a gold bathtub faucet like MC Hammer had or anything crazy like that, but so I can focus on more fulfilling projects that get interrupted and delayed because I need to pay my mortgage.
I think maybe the quietness of this day is because I feel a sense of relief, relief that I am not stuck, I can move and most likely will in some direction or another. Like most people, sometimes I don’t realize that I’m in a rut, a bad rut. Ruts are never good. They create stagnation, stunt creativity and drain the life out of you. But you can get out of that rut. We all can. Change is right around the corner. The trick is that you have to actually look around the corner to find it. That corner can be scary. You don’t know what’s back there. At least in the rut you know what to expect…the slow and steady, straight and narrow, unwavering boredom.
So what to do. Keep on the path or change and grow? Maybe I could stay on the path and grow? Thinking like that dug the rut. Now here I am, but at least now I at the corner.