A friend was pestering me yesterday while I was trying to write. Finally I texted and said, "SSHHHHHH! I'm blogging!"
My friend, who I have known for several years, was surprised. He asked how come he did not know this.
Well, there are good reasons for this.
Firstly, I am an introvert. I don't get much energy, creatively or physically, from being around other people. I'm a middle years teacher with twenty-eight students. Ahhhh, the irony.
I am a single parent of an intensive needs child. That can be exhausting, even though it's fulfilling.
My dad just moved to my city. Instead of lessening my stress, it has increased it. This is also exhausting.
So, with all of this, plus maintaining my three small friendships, I do not have time, energy, or inclination to write. Not until I get a goodly amount of time to myself. Fortunately, my kid is ten now, and entertains herself much of the time. So, give me ten days of quiet, and yes, suddenly I begin to write.
I thrive in silence. I thrive in the quiet moments when I do not have to speak, or interact, or be considerate of any other person on the planet. This does not make me selfish, it is simply how I am built. I only wish I had realized this when I was younger. My life would have been easier, simpler, and probably happier.
Of course, it would have been emptier, but I cannot decide if that would be better or worse.
My friend, who I have known for several years, was surprised. He asked how come he did not know this.
Well, there are good reasons for this.
Firstly, I am an introvert. I don't get much energy, creatively or physically, from being around other people. I'm a middle years teacher with twenty-eight students. Ahhhh, the irony.
I am a single parent of an intensive needs child. That can be exhausting, even though it's fulfilling.
My dad just moved to my city. Instead of lessening my stress, it has increased it. This is also exhausting.
So, with all of this, plus maintaining my three small friendships, I do not have time, energy, or inclination to write. Not until I get a goodly amount of time to myself. Fortunately, my kid is ten now, and entertains herself much of the time. So, give me ten days of quiet, and yes, suddenly I begin to write.
I thrive in silence. I thrive in the quiet moments when I do not have to speak, or interact, or be considerate of any other person on the planet. This does not make me selfish, it is simply how I am built. I only wish I had realized this when I was younger. My life would have been easier, simpler, and probably happier.
Of course, it would have been emptier, but I cannot decide if that would be better or worse.
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I am happy you are writing!
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