I’m back with week three of my tiny experiment – writing about one thing each week that inspires me. Writing from my heart and my gut, and without using the help of ChatGPT. This isn’t anything against AI, it’s so helpful, but I want to commit to practicing using only my brain without the help of our lovely robot overlords.
I have to say, I’ve been enjoying this tiny experiment, and so far it’s been a beneficial practice in letting my thoughts flow authentically. I had no idea what I was going to write until about five minutes ago, and loosening a tight grip of control on a very scheduled life feels like liberation. For now, I’m going to keep it up.
This week I was inspired by silence. By not only a few intentional moments of quiet where I could really tune into myself and connect to something larger; but also those gaps between questions asked to my clients that may feel awkward for a moment, but often result in a robust insight versus a rushed answer. There were a few times driving my car this week where I didn’t listen to music, the news, or a podcast, and simply just noticed the ambient air around me. I noticed what it felt like not to have my brain working for a few minutes – it sort of felt like floating on your back with your ears under water, where you feel completely, if only momentarily, immune from the chaos happening above the water. It felt freeing.
I experienced a different type of noise cancellation today after I realized I was fresh out of contact lenses, only for my left eye somehow, which has a drastically worse prescription than my right. So, I popped on my glasses, which is great, but not so great for doing hot yoga where they slip right off. Without any corrective lenses I am pretty much limited to seeing blobs of people and objects that are any further than 3 feet away from me. I was forced to focus only on what was within the perimeter of my mat. Without being able to compare myself to others (am I doing this right? Should I do what that person is doing? I’ll never be able to do a headstand…) look to the teacher to see what was the “right” pose, I was able to follow along but do my own thing. This meant really tuning out of my head, tuning into my body, and moving however I felt aligned in that moment. The noise cancellation of unconscious comparison and self criticism was a heavenly sensation that I can only describe as feeling like home. There are so many lessons to glean from the power of silence, and it’s another practice I want to intentionally commit to. Maybe another tiny experiment to add to the list. When we went into savasana at the end of the hour, the instructor reminded us that this moment of stillness and quiet is what the practice led up to for the entire hour, and if you skip it, you’re sort of missing the point. Quiet isn’t the end of the story, it’s the climax.





