There would be days when I wouldn’t say anything. There would be days when silence would become too addictive for me to even bother to say something.

This silence… it has become a retreat.

While I have heard that silence isn’t a sanctuary, and to a point I would believe so, I have found myself constantly shrinking into hermit-like existence and I have found contentment in it. I have found peace in the cycle. I have found myself able to strike a balance between the things I do.

Once in a while I step out of my world and mingle with others. I allow bits of humanity into one day. But most of the time, I spend hours in my head. Whether it’s lesson plans or travel plans, budget or wishlists, they all happen in my head and I am justified in believing that nobody needs to know.

What I let out, when I do get to it, is 5 – 10% of what I’d thought about.

And there is peace in that.