My days now start and end with writing. The words flow more easily than they ever have. They are still choppy, my vocabulary still limited. But I’m growing creatively for the first time in a while. I embrace silence rather than filling every spare moment with podcasts, with the opinions of others. I enjoy spending time with my thoughts. Is this how a person becomes interesting, by listening? I am pleasantly surprised to discover opinions and desires that have made their homes just beneath the surface of my psyche. I write to remind myself that I am worth listening to.