Let me preface this by saying I am not religious at all. I have a religion that I (loosely) follow, but usually just on high holidays - where I see it as a time to reconnect with family or have some time to meditate to myself about things happening in my life. Those are the rare times that I make an effort to go to services. Being so far from the rest of my family (1100+ miles), most times if I do wind up remembering to go, I go by myself - not knowing a person there, but at least I'm able to say to my family that I went. Yesterday was the first time I've attended a service since beginning this blog last year, and after thinking about everything I experienced last night... I almost wonder if my sensitivity to misophonia triggers over the years is one of the reasons why the thought of going to a service is never on the forefront of my brain...
Yesterday I arrived just as services were about to begin. I've only been to this place of worship two or three times since moving to the Midwest, and usually I try to sit at the back of the balcony area. (Only once did I ever sit in the main area, and I remember not only sitting towards the front, I even had to move to another location in the first pew because someone was creating a trigger that annoyed me.) I realized while sitting there last night that my choice of that location was another instance of my being proactive to