It’s a strange phenomenon. I know that I am happier when I take the time to go out, whether to go to the library on my own, to go out to lunch with friends or to volunteer in town.
I’m fairly good at setting up the opportunities to get out, but as they approach, I panic. I kick myself for having committed myself. “I have too much to do.” “I would really rather just be at home by myself.” I can sometimes waste an hour or more kicking myself for having arranged something that I can’t get out of.
And then, those times that I DO force myself out, I’m generally glad that I did get out. And I look forward to the next time … until the next time approaches.
I’m guessing that I’m not the only one who struggles with this inertia. I hate the time and energy that I waste dealing with it, and I hope to find ways to overcome it with out so much angst.
