Spending the last 2 days surrounded by my family practically all the time, I've become intensely aware of how much being alone with my thoughts is a core piece of my everyday experience. Not only because of the particular stressful situation we're dealing with right now, but also simply as a result of the fact that my family has been constantly, physically, present, it's like my entire thought process can't proceed in the way it usually does.
The thing is, I think I like my usual feeling of solitary mental space. I also think I'm usually half in denial about that.
I'm going to refrain from taking this line of thought any farther. (Which is only partially a surrender to the exhaustion arising from the aforementioned stressful situation.)
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