I often pull away from the people I care about when I’m unsettled, in a funk, or low on energy; as a mode of self-preservation, it is imperfect. So long as I keep close tabs on myself and the withdrawal doesn’t evolve into a full-blown exercise in isolation, however, the practice appears to serve me well: I often come back recharged and having gained new perspective on whatever had troubled me.
For the past two days I’ve stayed somewhat busy, but have done so alone and at home. Phone calls and messages have gone untouched as I’ve focused instead on slogging through a particularly trying bit of heartache. Yet I knew matters had gotten out of hand tonight when, after several satisfying rounds of Wii batting practice, I found myself designing those little Mii avatars in the likeness of old friends, including several exes. I continued to half-seriously consider their individual eyebrow shape and hairstyle choices for many, many minutes — too many minutes to admit to — before shaking off the crazy and backing away from the game console. Now seems like a good time to reconnect with the people in my world again.
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