My home office is transitioning into a new sort of space. The office line has been dropped with a service order, and with it the bleepaleepaleepaleep that peppered and sometimes triggered my waking hours.
I still feel the need to be seated by 9, but when I sit down to a few Webmail clients, I find far fewer messages marked “URGENT!!!”, spam or otherwise. Logically, I understand that this is an opening, a rare opportunity to slow down, recalibrate, and choose a new adventure, but this sort of silence is not what I’m used to. Before, the office was a physically isolated place, with copper and wireless lifelines. Now, the lines are quiet too. I don’t think meditation is meant to be forced.