I get up before 5 am so that I can have at least an hour of silence {this doesn’t always work especially during tennis season when Trent gets up to watch tennis}. Birds chirping or cars going by don’t bother me much, but television or conversations do. I wish they didn’t. I wish I could tune things out like I imagine other people (boys and girls…I think that “study” was full of cat box stuff) can. I would like to be able to write in a café or in spare minutes at work…but I just can’t. Sometimes I can’t even work at work if people are loud. I have to be in a mostly quiet room and it actually helps if I have ear plugs in. I tried practicing writing listening to music…I ended up singing more than writing.
Part of my brain (there goes that schizophrenic thinking again) tells me that I have just convinced myself I need silence, and I am using it as an excuse for not getting anything done. But with interruptions or “interesting” noise my adult-onset-ADD (not really, of course maybe I haven’t seen a doctor) skitters all over the place. I can’t complete a thought on the page. As we say at our house—“Oh, look a chicken!”
Years ago, I converted the extra room in the garage so I could work out there. Despite the pretty flowers I painted on the walls (that was a work avoidance tactic that took days to complete), I didn’t work out there for long. Now that it’s warm I may go back to working out there for my hour or so each day…I wonder if the Wi-Fi reaches that far so I can blog from out there. I think I will have to test it out!