This weekend was an interesting case study. Having done a BA in psychology (with no follow up) I love to think of my experiences as personal case studies. And here is another for publication . . .
Zsolt, my wonderful husband, spent all of Saturday fixed to his keyboard pounding out thesis corrections. I spent all of Saturday with my ass fixed to the sofa, doing little else. Contrast that to Sunday where I left Zsolt and his thesis behind and headed out to Tragos to meet a friend, which was followed by having another friend over for lunch, to finally topping off the day with a little Zsolt/Catherine Donkey Kong Country marathon.
So, time to guess – on which day did I fall into a depression?
Finding A: Getting out of the apartment is my favourite non-writing activity in England. What to do on the weekend? Get out of the apartment. Doesn’t matter if you go down the road, to the tea shop, or visit the tip – if it’s out, it’s good, and for me, typically involves family or friends.
Finding B: I need to starting being active alone. If friends are busy, if Zsolt is occupied – who’s to blame that I collapse into sulksville? Me. A hundred percent me. And that is a problem.
Anyhow, getting out is good. Being with friends is better. Sharing time with my husband is awesome. But what about being alone, acting alone? When did I stop enjoying my self? Back in highschool I used to take walks to the football field and sit by the playground, watching the kids play soccer while I picked blades of grass. Sometimes I would lay in my backyard and count the sparrows that flicked overhead. Other times I tried to shrink the clouds by projecting warm thoughts in their direction. And then at night, if no one was around, I’d wash the dishes and sing with my reflection in the window.
Now that was quality alone time. Something has happened to make even visiting the tea shop difficult when solo. And I don’t like that.
I love being with others and I love going out. But, it’s about time I loved being alone.
Conclusion: It’s nice to realize this problem – because a problem identified is on the way to resolution. At least, it’s a start. Zsolt has a lot more thesis to go, and I don’t want to fall into that chemo depression all over again (or make him feel guilty). For some reason ever since chemotherapy I hate to be alone, but that’s over now; time to resolve the fear. Sometimes the best option is simply to step forward, take the risk. Hopefully next weekend when Zsolt is busy working and my ass has returned to the sofa, I’ll remember this post and get up – get dressed – and GET OUT.
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You are so right Catherine about learning to be happy alone. I had to relearn it myself last year when I became single again. I love company, I feed off the energy I get when I’m with people, so being alone wasn’t “normal” for me. I had to learn to get my energy somewhere else.
But as you are doing, I took the bull by the horns and relearnt to be happy alone. You are so wise for your age and very inspiring. I’m really impressed. Keep up the good work 🙂
Thanks France. But it must be said, I know several wise women, and many are my age. Women are simply awesome no matter the age. Men, I like after 25 – purely for aesthetic reasons.
Hmm maybe that was inappropriate. Men are great too. Of course.