Today began as one of those days I really did not fancy getting out of bed. I was comfy. I didn’t wish to disturb my comfiness. I didn’t wish to disturb the dog in his esteemed slumber and gentle snores. Not to mention I had a number of meetings with other people I needed to facilitate, and knowing the toll that interaction takes on me as an Introvert, I wanted to stay put.
Nevertheless, I did reluctantly push the bed clothes aside and trudged to the lavatory for the daily ablutions. Having, thus, become rather drippy wet and forgetting a towel, I traipsed across to the laundry to retrieve a towel only slipping twice. Then it was off to the kitchen for lots of coffee and some sort of something to breakfast.
All this seemed to be done without thinking as if the routine had taken over and my brain was still asleep (after keeping me awake most of the night). I passed a mirror in the hallway and THAT is when I saw it! APATHY! Apathy about my job, the people I serve, the people I work with, I had lost all positivity and enthusiasm! How did I reach this point where I just didn’t seem to care? How might I be able to counsel others when I really didn’t feel like being there listening to them?
I looked back at my Calendar and found it had been more than two years since I actually took time to rest, recharge, and recuperate. I had promised myself that I would do better about taking time away so apathy would creep in, and yet here it is staring me in the face….MY FACE! I had to exorcise this beast from me lest I do harm in direct conflict with the oath I took. Thus, I called my office to ask them to reschedule my appointments until next week or refer them to another counselor as I would be taking time off returning on Tuesday.
Here’s something I don’t quite get, when people take time off, I have noticed that they become almost frantic trying to schedule all sorts of activities, events, tours, dining arrangements, where will we put the dog, do we have junior’s diarrhea medication, how much sunscreen will we need. Then this whirlwind trip for a three day weekend only to return completely exhausted, broke, and not the least bit recharged or relaxed for that matter. Why? I learned this a long time ago, I am a homebody. Perhaps that is part of my introvertism, I know not. But I get more out of time off when I am in a place where I feel safe and comfortable.
Therefore, here I sit with a nice cup of tea, my books, my laptop, and my mind. Let the Woosah Begin!