There are a lot of days that I don’t feel like blogging. You would think that with my complete absence of a social life in a city where I am totally anonymous, I would have all the time in the world to come up with universe tilting posts – but no. Sometimes life is just quiet.
Snow is on the ground, and my couch is finally being delivered this morning. I’m spending the weekend in Colorado Springs with my parents. Mom just finished infusions for round 3 of chemo, which means she’s over half-way done. The snow might interfere with my long run this weekend. Work is busy. I spend most of my free time alone, and can usually go from the minute I leave the office until arriving back the next morning without saying a word to anyone. I go to the gym every night. I still don’t have the runner’s booty. I watched “The Hurt Locker” and had dreams about bombs. I’ve gotten some wonderful Real Mail recently, and sent some back. Denver continues to wrap me up.
So many of my beloved extroverted friends would come unhinged if this was their reality. Thankfully, there is grace enough – and I, introverted Annie, don’t mind it. Life feels strange and restrained, but not in a bad way. Maybe one day I’m going to get lonely – but that day is not today. Until it is, I’m going to just keep walking forward.
This all might sound so simple and dull, but it felt nice to write it. It’s what I’m living. I’m grateful.