Putting On a Happy Face
I guess I’d say that I am set in my ways. I used to be real spontaneous and I’d thrive on things and events that just popped up, but no longer. I’ve come to a point where I dread looking at my calendar because I have things scheduled that are out of the ordinary; stuff that will derail my regular days. It is stuff that may add future derailments to my life. I know that one appointment will lead to another and then to another and so on.
I have to attend a conference soon where I’ll be teaching a class. I used to look forward to this event every year, but I no longer do. I’d really rather stay home and read. I am filled with dread every time I see the date approaching.
Many of you who have been reading this blog over the years know I’m not a big fan of the holiday season. I don’t get the warm fuzzies from seeing people. My wife is the opposite. She loves a full house of family. She loves hearing the same stories over and over. I was hoping she would get her fill of this in Seattle this year, but it appears that Seattle is coming down here this year. Our house can accommodate ten people easily, but I selfishly like my alone time. The saving grace is that I do wake up three hours before everyone, I can sneak off for an hour nap and I spend six hours sleeping every night. So I do get 10 hours to myself every day, but that does leave 14 hours a day of being with people. I long ago established a three hour limit on how much time I can spend with any one person.
Yes, I am counter-social. I’m OK with that, but I will have to put on a happy face for several days. I hope my face doesn’t break.