
So, I must say that I am extremely happy that this weekend has come, and I sit with some angst that I must endure a couple more hours before I can indulge in my NO TALKING weekend. Oh the glories.
Don't get me wrong, I love people. I do. But more and more frequently, I want to say...'no more words, please'. I am a little miffed to be labeled an extrovert especially at these times. I believe with all my heart that God has blessed me with a wonderful gift to talk to people, to connect, to make a friend in the grocery store, bakery, post office, on the street. Yet, the daily talk that I want to experience inside my own abode is very little.
I am older. I have lived with a husband and small children, small and growing children, alone, with a boyfriend, and now with a roommate. In that list, there were a few blessed people to whom I could say, 'let's just sit, and not talk'. Those that love me best, read my silence not as an invitation to speak, but just to be in comfortable silence.
This weekend is a long one. Friday is an extra day off. So far I have done what I like to do. I stood by the water with an inexpressible joy to say good morning to my beautiful friend, the Sun. I found a new book in the free book box on the boardwalk. I went to the bakery for a treat. I made a pot of coffee and read on the deck. All the while, in silence with a slight underlying dread of what lay ahead.....the chatter of things I have no desire to hear.
I still struggle with feeling like I am grumpy, or old, or just plain mean. But silence is golden. Silence is very rarely silent... there is the hum of the refrigerator, the song of the birds, the rustling of leaves. These are the sounds I am looking forward to having 48 hours to enjoy.

I think it is very possible that we are both extrovent/introvents. Is there such a label?
ReplyDeleteGirl, I am so over labels at this point. LOL I feel like I am just starting to know what I like and not feel guilty that I like it. (not quite there yet! Ha)
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