At thirty-seven, I’m getting more comfortable with a quiet day. A day can be worth remembering even if it doesn’t come with much of a story. Sometimes what I remember best is the light coming through the window in the afternoon, or a meal I had time to finish while it was still warm.

I can make a quiet day feel crowded if I keep reaching for one more thing to read or check. It takes some practice to finish a cup of coffee without picking up my phone. Once I’ve sat still for a few minutes, I usually find I have more to think about than I expected. Or I find I’m tired and could use the rest.

That’s something I want to carry into this year. I’d like to take the quiet when it comes and see how I feel after I’ve had a little of it. I can always get up and get on with the day when I’m ready.