It is a truth that occurred to me just yesterday afternoon. And while
it is hardly earth-shattering, it is rather momentum-changing… at least for me,
it is.
Alrighty-then. Drumroll or dirge, if you please…
Hermit-hood.
It almost got me.
While I’ve been working my little misfiring brain out this last week, I
have failed to leave my house.
Now, this does not include trips into my garden or walks around the
neighborhood. No, I had not yet reached the point of the true hermit. I had
only not gotten into my car and driven anywhere.
Admittedly this would be considered a vacation for most. Unfortunately,
it is nothing but a Red Flag, Warners-On Event for me.
I have to work very hard not to “hide” from parts of this world. A
panic disorder is much easier to deal with when no grocery stores, no
restaurants, no gas stations are in the picture…. See, it does make a sort of
sad sense.
And while this was by no means a conscious cowering in my hidey-hole, I
guess that’s what it turned out to be.
My bad.
So, to rally my mental stability, work on The Hushing Days will be
delayed this morning by a trip to get breakfast. Perhaps, a quick jaunt to the drug store will
be on the cards as well.
Whew! That was close.
But all kidding aside, sometimes my life is so off-center that it is
very embarrassing…
Hence, here lies my confession.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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