Sunday morning again. A sunny Sunday morning at that - it's not inspiring me to do all that is necessary to get out the door in an hour and a half. I'm feeling more inspired to just sit here and drink my coffee and listen to music. We have new music right now, and nothing encourages solitude like winter sunshine and new music and good coffee.
Which brings me to this -
I have always enjoyed being around people, always liked meeting and making friends. It was the joke as I was growing up - I never met a stranger, and I never stayed home very long. Until now. The older I get, the less interested I am in being busy. Not only that, but a half hour before it's time to go somewhere, I start thinking of all of the reasons I shouldn't go. There are a few exceptions, of course, but in general, if there's going to be a crowd, I can think of something better to do. Why? Why is such a prominent part of my personality changing? I really don't want to become a recluse. Why does it take so much more energy to be around a group than it used to? Any thoughts?
Think about it, and get back to me. Meanwhile, here I sit, a lizard on a rock, enjoying the winter sun and warm coffee.