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# Yesterday was a strange day. It was quiet, almost as though the whole blogging community had taken lagom to heart and didn't want to do too much.

I'm used to there being a much heavier flow so it felt like too little but, maybe, what was just the right amount for the day was not very much at all.

On reflection, not using Facebook and having removed myself from the Twitter stream, this is exactly how one might expect any given day to have been.

I guess old habits die hard.

Blaise Pascal, the French mathematician, physicist and inventor, said:

"All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone."

It's nice to read the thoughts of others, to seek wisdom and inspiration in their words, but there are times when all we need are our own thoughts.

No musings, no witty one liners, no hot takes, just what's inside.

Constantly drinking from the firehouse numbs us to ourselves, blocks out the voice within so that we no longer recognise it and become uncomfortable in its presence.

We start to see it as a stranger, judging us, and we begin to resent it when it should be our closest friend.

We need to reclaim that relationship.

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