I am sitting here in a hotel room by myself. I fly out for a wedding in Colorado tomorrow. Although most moms would just die to have an evening alone, I’ve really had to TRY to enjoy myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the evening and the wonderful opportunity, but for the past hour, I’ve been trying to figure out why I have to TRY.
I’ve come to a conclusion…I’m an extrovert, which does not mean I talk too much or am loud or rule the crowds. In fact, I’m far from that. An extrovert is simply one who is refreshed by being around other people. I love people, even people watching.
Perhaps this part of my personality comes from being around a big family–there was always action and noise in our home growing up. Or perhaps it is simply my genetic make-up. Whatever reason there is for it, I have found myself laughing at these quiet moments because I’m wanting to move, do something, get out, talk. For heaven’s sake, I wish I had the kids jumping on the bed beside me! Maybe the sentimental part of me longs for an exciting memory, not a boring one filled with myself lounging around.
My husband doesn’t understand me. He so often tells me he just needs “Drew time,” and quietly retreats to read or watch a TV show. He is totally contented in solitude. We are two very different people.
So, as Meg Ryan says in one of my faves, “You’ve Got Mail,” I want to “send this cosmic question out into the void…”
What do you do with alone time? Do you enjoy it or not? And why?
“Goodnight, dear void…”