Here it comes. I am, not surprisingly, NOT ready.
The new year is upon us. And not just the new year, but tomorrow. Tomorrow is the return to the hectic pace that is my life. Monday starts with a bang – running, making those dreaded phone calls, doing work tasks, driving children back and forth all over town to activities, etc. Tuesday is more of the same. And Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
It is no wonder that come the weekend, I am ready to shut the world off and just cocoon. I am an introvert by nature, so always going and doing and being around other people is incredibly draining for me. There is nothing I love more than to be curled up in bed, in the quiet of my bedroom, reading a book. I am really hoping next Saturday I get some reading time in.
I have given serious thought to the pace of things in my life. Could I not work? Could I eliminate the other weekly outing during the school year? I suppose I could. I would love nothing more than to not ever have to go anywhere (besides camping, but especially not shopping) and just hang out at home. My ideal life is being in a cabin in the mountains somewhere; living off the land. While being connected to the internet. Maybe in my next life, eh?
What would I lose by checking out of society? My kids would lose, since they are directly affected by both of those outings. I would still have their stuff on Monday nights. Friday is shopping day, so I can’t stay home then. I could gain a few days of not leaving the house, but given that all my kids are here and schooling, it’s not like I can get the “alone” time I’m looking for.
I also recognize the tendency that both my better half and I have to become complete hermits, if not for our obligations in the outside world. We could live quite happy indefinitely, being hermits together. With internet.
That being said, I am not sure it does me any favors, removing myself from the greater society. My social skills are adequate. My job requires interfacing with the public all the time, in a variety of ways. I can do it. I just don’t like it. In the end, I suppose that it’s one of those other things I “should” do, like taking medication, that I don’t really want to do, but is probably more beneficial than harmful to me.
I’ve mostly lost my faith in the overall human race. Every now and then, I see a spark of genuine goodness. I know a lot of people who work really hard at being good; good to themselves; good to others. *Those* people are the reason – in addition to my kids – that I continue the things I’m involved in. If it weren’t for them, I would check out of society completely.
So here’s to Monday. Here’s to maddening, busy days of weeks that look just like the week to follow, and usually the week before. Here’s to getting back on the hamster wheel that is life. And here’s looking to next Saturday, and hoping I can find a quiet spot between now and then!