"in the end it mattered not that you could not close your mind. it was your heart that saved you." —j.k. rowling
Spontaneous Introvert Holidays
That quiet little interlude came after cocktails and barbecued pork by candlelight, after an afternoon divided between finishing book club book and re-potting baby tomatoes and cucumbers, after Mass and some good bonding time with our little choir.
Which came after Saturday, but Saturday I'll explain shortly. Saturday came after a week in which even coffee and mellow piano music on headphones couldn't give me the gift of concentration. In which attempting to write was so difficult that it was a relief to pretend my computer didn't exist and hand-copy a stack of recipes for a friend; any other week, I'd have printed them. In which I was sometimes too unsettled even to read.
Saturday, Lou went to Seattle with a group of guys to watch the Mariners lose to the Rangers, and I had the house to myself. And honestly, as I fumbled through some computer work in the early afternoon, before he left, and realized that I'd spent a perfectly good, homey morning feeling stressed and sad, it struck me that my problem might have been nothing more than the absurd length of time since I'd willingly given myself a day off from writing.
I have written about rest before, but I always seem to forget my own words.
So yeah, Saturday got to be a holiday. Spontaneous introvert holidays are probably as individual as the person; for mine, I spent an hour rooting massive buttercups out of the chives and oregano and wandering about the yard snapping pictures. Then I gave myself a luxurious two hours with the piano and guitar—and Rich Mullins' "If I Stand" came together for me, hands and voice, like it never has before, and my fingertips survived a half hour of guitar chords instead of three songs (and my voice survived everything, which is practically miraculous). And after leftovers for dinner, I made myself a mug of microwave chocolate cake and watched my first-ever episode of Doctor Who.
All of which means that I'm writing this blog-post last minute, with book club tonight and dinner yet to be made beforehand. It's sloppy. I'm sorry. But a packed Monday with the probability of a sloppy blog post seemed acceptable as a side effect to the restoration of sanity.
It didn't fix all the emotional exhaustion, but it helped. I can think again.
Rest is good. I recommend it. It probably won't take me long to forget that again. In the meantime, I recommend sunshine and gardens and music and chocolate cake and Doctor Who. Also, the stars.
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And the gift of lunch with a friend, like you, who lets one ramble on and encourages so wonderfully. Hugs, dear friend. And thanks for both friendship and lunchtime ramblings with encouragement. Much love. :-)ReplyDelete
Yes! I totally agree. It was a wonderful and encouraging lunch date today, so thanks. :) Much love to you, too!Delete
first ever Doctor Who!? Welcome to the club!! I hope you enjoyed it :)ReplyDelete
I know, right? I'm seriously late to this one. And I did enjoy it, very much. :)Delete
Which one in particular?Delete
And we all need spontaneous introvert holidays at times. Well, at least us introverts do.
Orion is my favorite constellation, primarily because I can recognize it easily.
The first of the Christopher Eccleston set. It was the one marked Season 1 on Amazon's streaming video, so I thought I might as well start there even though I suppose it's the reboot of the older series.Delete
And yeah, that's the nice thing about Orion. Some of even the great zodiacal constellations are so faint that they're next to impossible to make out from here in town.
I've only seen one episode of Eccleston's Doctor but it was good.Delete