The Strength of Silence

I have a number of social media accounts: Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Google+, and now to a limited extent, WordPress.  All are a part of my methods of communicating and expressing myself in the great world wide web.  It’s almost too much to take in.  And oft times I have found myself with the situation in which I’m not really sure what to do.

My standard course of action when I’m overwhelmed?  Do nothing.
Sometimes it works.

In the case of finances, if I can’t decide on what to spend my money on, I don’t buy anything.  When it comes to forming an opinion on a certain matter, if I can’t form words in a polite and civil manner, I do my best to hold my tongue.

When I’m not sure what to write about, I will chose to refrain from writing.
This one can get destructive, because it builds on itself.

Pass up one day of writing, “I’ll catch up tomorrow.”
Two days, “Well, it hasn’t been that long.”
Three days, “Eee… What am I going to do today?  Eh, what’s one more day?”
Four days, “I was going to do something today…”

You get the picture.

But other moments of silence are something to treasure.

When I commute on my bicycle, which I hope to start doing again come May, there is a zen feeling going along a country road under your own pedal power.  Of course the zen gets interrupted with the whooshing of cars travelling 80 kph a mere meter (or less) to my left, but managing my reaction to that is also a part of the balance required.

My wife and I enjoy fervent and spirited conversations, but we also sit in silence, each content with the other’s company.  I’m not sure what our record is for silence spent together, and I wouldn’t go so far to include time spent asleep.  However, earlier on in our marriage, I had carried on conversations with my wife which she could never recall.  I soon learned that it’s best to wait until she is completely awake before engaging in conversations of a critical nature.  Words may be exchanged, but the memory is of silence.

May sound poetic, but it’s a huge pain.

Then there is the stereotypical perfect child.  The one that is asleep.  And quiet.
Though we have that situation with my younger daughter while she’s awake, as her Grandma has written about previously, and it’s not always good.  If Grandma needs to get a hearing aid to listen to my daughter, then so do I!