The night the power went out, you sat alone with your own head for the first time in months. Hold onto how that felt.

An outage removes every option at once, which is the only reason the quiet happened. Nobody chooses it, so it lands differently from a planned break, and whatever surfaced felt unusually clear. That clarity was not caused by the dark. It came from the interruptions stopping, and interruptions can be stopped on purpose, just with more effort.

Recreate a smaller version this week: one hour, lights low, everything off and out of reach. You will want to fill it in the first five minutes, and the useful part comes after that. Keep whatever you thought of, because those are the thoughts that never get a turn.