I have been up since 5 AM and I went to bed at midnight. For anyone who knows me- that is FAR too late to go to sleep and too early to be up. I am a nine hour shut eye type of gal. For close to 45 minutes I lay in bed thinking about what I COULD do- I certainly have enough work to keep me busy, start texting all my East Coast friends because they are walking into work as we speak, I could check the yoga schedule, bundle up and go for a run because I might as well take advantage of these extra few hours I have, right? I finally just dragged myself out of bed and and turned on my music and just sat in the quiet. Truth be told- I would probably turn on the news but the two television remotes have me confused. It would just be more chatter though and there is something to rejuvenating about being up before the rest of the city.

My door is open to Colfax and the street is never this quiet. Cars slowly pass and it is too cold for people to be on the street yet. It is quiet. Denver certainly isn’t on the the nosiest cities but it is a a city nonetheless. When I first moved here the city noise was almost unbearable. Anything would wake me up- a garbage truck, people walking behind my building, a car horn- now I sleep through it and it is the quiet that almost hurts my ears. My mind has followed suit with the city noise. It is constant lately but lucky for me it is more creative energy and excitement rather than anxiety but it is still noise.

I am the type of person that gets so jazzed up if I meet an interesting new person or concept. I will sit up at night thinking about the conversation with enthusiasm. I will scheme and plan until late into the night then wake up and start all over again. I can lose days reorganizing my home or decorating space. Just last week my roommate came into the living room to me staring into space, it wasn’t until she asked me what I was doing that I realized I was designing my dream house. Leopard print runner on the stairs, emerald green entry way, gallery wall, huge windows that let in a lot of natural light, white walls!! When she walked in I was stuck on what type of wood floors I would want- I have an argument for both a light wood and dark wood.

As of late I have had a strong desire to be in NYC. Hands down my favorite city in the U.S. 9/11 always makes me nostalgic for the city that never sleeps. The city that is the ultimate juxtaposition- tough as nails with the softest heart around. I have wanted to just pick myself up and plop myself in NYC. The smells, the people the outrageous fashion sense, the colors, the constant stream of noise. The whole city can put my creativity in overdrive (talk about not sleeping….).

My friend recently posted on Facebook that when she is most creative she is listening to classical music. I thought…. WHAT??! My creativity works off of dub step, or, as an example, I am listening to Drake as I write this. Although I am a firm believer that the approach to creativity is completely personal, maybe slowing myself down would do myself good. I always love to create the (almost manic) energy of creativity but it can often be overwhelming. Often I find I have no where to put it and can tire myself out quickly. I do not have an issue producing creativity but actually forming something with it. Perhaps the silence is what helps sift through the creativity energy and actually produce something of benefit with it? I have always been a strong believer in the capability of silence in other aspects of my life. You can speak volumes without uttering a single word. Imagine if silence could have that profound effect on other aspects of your life?