From Rachel’s Diary I’m learning how to sit still
From Rachel’s Diary:
I’m learning how to sit still without feeling like I’m wasting time.
Paris is loud when it wants to be, but the quiet here feels intentional. Like it’s something you earn by paying attention. I’m starting to hear it—the pause between footsteps, the breath before a song starts, the way a room settles once everyone stops trying so hard.
Went to the café René pointed out. Sunday jazz. No stage. No announcements. Just music sliding into the afternoon like it belonged there all along. I didn’t take photos. I didn’t write notes. I just listened.
Then my phone buzzed in my pocket and ruined it for half a second. Dom. Of course. Even across an ocean, he knows when I’m quiet enough to hear myself.
I didn’t answer. The music kept playing.
Turns out listening is a skill.
So is choosing what not to respond to.