the quiet spaces within us hold the greatest strength… It's funny, isn't it? How we fill every silence with noise, afraid of what might bloom in the quiet. But the real growth? It's always been in the stillness, the spaces where I finally hear myself think – no, hear myself feel. I used to think the quiet was where the bad things lived, the anxiety monsters I kept at bay with constant activity. Now I see it’s where I actually live. The monsters are still there, but they're just…smaller, somehow, in the light of my own quiet understanding.