Recently I attended Myers-Briggs personality testing which confirmed for me what I was pretty sure I knew already which was that I was an extrovert. Basically that means, among other things that I get my energy from people around me and not just from myself. I'll happily sit for hours watching TV not talking to anyone or sleep for that matter, but I don't often spend time in silence, preferring to throw my iPhone on shuffle whenever I'm at a loose end. As I was writing this very blog I was listening to Lily Allen's album on repeat until I realised the irony of what I was writing about and switched it off. Call it "method" writing, or something like that.
I have read many times that if you spend time in solitude and silence it's really good for your brain and can help your creativity and can spawn ideas and even come up with amazing things because your mind is free. I also heard in a talk from Sr. Hilda from the Abbey on the weekend before I started this challenge that it would be really good for my spiritual growth too, because when you sit still and listen you are more open to the flow of prayer and you're not blocked by loud noises, music and any other distractions.
With that in mind I decided to go seven days without music in the car. Seems simple enough…The way I see it is it's a win-win situation… I either improve my spirituality and/or my creativity and have deep revelations about myself spiritually and emotionally, that is if this succeeds... alternatively I go crazy and become more insane than I already am.
I won't lie, it was Monday morning and I got in my car and was listening to Sami Lucas and Yumi Stein's breakfast show on Mix 106.5 the whole 15 minute drive to work. It wasn't until I got there that I realised. Fortunately this was the only time I failed all week, so despite the slow start I was ready to get into it by the afternoon. After 5 minutes on my 30 minute drive to tutor I was so bored. I remembered all the things I had read and thought I should kick start by thinking about my life and relationships. Thinking was overrated though so instead I sung a song about what I was feeling about past relationships. I have no idea what it said now, and I kind of wish I had somehow recorded it, because I'm pretty sure it had a sweet chorus and bridge and everything. After tutoring I reprised the song for the ten minute drive home, but by the time I left to go to the city for my pole class I had lost the words. So what did I do instead, I sung a song about Marilyn Monroe, who I had been making a promo for at work that day. It was enough to last me the 40 minute drive, so evidently I had become knowledgeable on the topic. On the way home I made some phone calls (hands free in a legal car mount). Not because I had given up, though it was a very good time waster, but because I'd missed some calls while I was in my class.
The second day was thankfully just a few short trips, home to work, then work to first student tutoring, then to the second students house, then to the supermarket and then back home again. The longest of these was half an hour, and I think I was too tired to notice I was in silence, so it wasn't too much of a struggle.
Day 3 I was home sick, so though thankful I didn't have to drive anywhere in silence, I wasn't so thankful for the horrible stomach cramps I was having.
The fourth day, Thursday, was always going to be the hardest. This was my cheer leading day, which meant as soon as work finished I had a two hour drive in peak hour to get to Wollongong University. For some unknown reason I had Carly Rae Jepson's Call me maybe stuck in my head, and after singing that through a few times I annoyed myself with it. My brain then went somewhere else entirely, and as I sat on Australia Avenue I started thinking about ways to charge batteries if you were stuck on a dessert island. This eventually made me sleepy and I was uncontrollably yawning. I then started to ponder whether or not it is possible to yawn too much. Thankfully, at the right time another car with its window open drove past and it was literally music to my ears, that was short lived though and I still had an hour and a half to go and wasn't moving anywhere. I decided to start "writing" this blog by dictating to Siri, with interesting results… when I told her to write "Extravert" I actually ended up calling myself an "extra bed." I discovered that if I spoke in my best rendition of an American accent then she could actually translate my sentences pretty accurately. Singing she couldn't handle though, with "Starships were meant to fly… hands up and touch the sky" translating to: " Starships lamented hands up and touch this Lampstein as well." Eventually the traffic started moving so I gave up on Siri and for the next hour and a half between silences would burst into whatever song or hymn I could think of.
On the way home I must have been over singing because I actually found myself deep in thought, thinking about past relationships and decisions I've made in my life. Evidently there was something I needed to reflect on because I missed the turn off down Heathcote road when I realised I was in Engadine and so added an extra half hour to my silence by the end of it. Oops.
The fifth day was another one with not too many long trips. I went from home to work, then from work to a local youth camp picking up Dominos pizza for dinner on my way. When I drove home later that night I had a passenger which made it easy, and when I drove out to pick my housemates up from the Albion at Parramatta at 1:30, I was too busy focusing on staying awake to notice there was no music.
Day 6 Saturday was pretty uneventful, driving back to the youth camp, then ducking out to tutor and go to the shops nearby during the day before returning home late that night.
Sunday was our last performance day for cheerleading so after driving back to the youth camp to put on breakfast, I headed back to Wollongong. Fortunately Sunday traffic is a lot kinder than Thursday afternoon so I was there in an hour and a half. I spent the whole trip agonising over whether I remembered the moves or not, so although long, I didn't think too much about outside stimuli. The trip back always seems to go quicker, and after being around people all weekend, and about to head back for the dinner part of the youth weekend I was happy for some time out. After packing up everything at the end of the night, I dropped my brother home and had the last official ten minutes of my challenge in complete silence.
While I didn't die or internally combust from lack of radio and music, what I did notice was I was missing out on one of my daily sources of news. I felt a little disconnected from the world, and wasn't sure how I should feel about that. I liked for a short time not knowing what was going on because it brought with it a certain element of peace and tranquility, but I know too much to know it is selfish to ignore everything in the world because you only want to focus on yourself.In saying that though, I do have an appreciation for the quiet times. I don't switch the radio off in the car often, but I am more inclined to spend a little longer in silence before getting the iPhone out. I still listen to music in the shower most days, but I am making a conscious effort to put some quiet time into my life just to break up the craziness a little. I'm not about to go on a 5 day silent retreat or give up sound, but I think I've come a long way in acknowledging the benefits of self reflection.
Next week I will be spending a whole day in silence on World Mental Health Day to raise money and awareness for those suffering mental health issues in silence. While I can still use my ears, I can't use my voice, so it will be a whole new level of challenge keeping quiet, but is worth it.
Silent time: 7/10
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