I seem to spend a lot of time on my own these days. I only realised just the other day how much time I spend in my own company. Most of my work is in the evenings at the moment, and I’m not a late sleeper, so I spend a lot of time pottering around by myself during the day.
But by no means am I lonely. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy the time.
Most Mondays I get on a train and head up to Newcastle to visit friends up there and attend a production meeting for a creative collective I’m involved in. The trip is three hours long. At first, I thought of that three hours as a chance to get a little bit of writing done. Or some class planning. Work-time, that is.
As it turns out, I find it impossible to work when I’m in transit. I’ve tried, but I usually end up with two or three words on a page and frustration in the space between my eyebrows. I’ve found the same thing on the three-hour bus trip I sometimes take to and from Canberra when I visit my Ma, Pa and brothers.
So recently I stopped trying to force myself to work. When I did, an interesting thing happened: I started to think. Properly think. You know, about life, the universe and everything and nothing. I thought through the problems I was having with my writing and often came up with solutions — I thought through life problems and again, often came up with solutions. I also started to think bigger than myself, to think, dare I say it, philosophically about the world. No solutions there. But interesting nonetheless.
How often does one get a chance to just sit and think these days?
Now, when I travel alone, I call it Thinking Time, and I don’t understand how I ever did without it.
Here’s the view from my thinking seat on the train to Newcastle. Sigh.
Nice post Soph. You’ve kind of put into words perfectly how I feel sometimes too. Lately i kind-of feel like i’m a bit bombarded by noise, emails, music etc, so sometimes it’s nice just to shut down the computer, turn off the radio and have some quiet time.
Quiet time is wonderful. And the best thing about travelling quiet time is that you can’t do anything else! 🙂
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