Sometimes, I underestimate the power of quiet time. Like most people, I share my quips about wanting more hours in the day, implying that my life is so hectic at the moment that I want nothing more than to sit in silence or sleep. But even when I have leisure hours at my disposal, they're rarely quiet.
I prefer that there always be music playing in the car unless I'm talking with someone.
On slow Saturday mornings, I'll turn on a movie while I put on my make-up, peeking out the bathroom door to watch when I hear that something good is coming up.
When I study, I prefer having background noise. (Yesterday, I moved my studying downstairs, because the white noise of the washing machine and Mr. TBS cooking made me feel more comfortable.)
When Mr. TBS is sitting in a quiet room reading or surfing the internet, I think I'm "bored," but really, the absence of noise tricks me into thinking that nothing fun or productive is happening.
But on Saturday afternoon, Mr. TBS took a nap on the couch (Amelie joined him), and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to go for a bike ride. So I did. No music. No talking. No Instagram or Twitter. Just the breeze rushing past my ears. It was lovely. I hope you had a great weekend too!