When I first learned what a recluse was during my childhood, I thought that it sounded like a great idea. Heck, I even made it my life goal.
Shortly after reaching adulthood, I discovered that I don’t actually enjoy living completely alone. I forget to eat if I don’t have someone else around to keep me grounded in reality.
So, now I have a family of my own, and it works really well for me… As long as I get the kids in bed early so I have time to myself, lol.
But lately, I’ve been feeling overexposed to people.
It’s the combination of a number of things that I don’t want to get into (don’t worry, it’s not you), but I’m worn down. I don’t want to interact with the outside world, so much as I want to retreat within myself and paint the stairs. I’ve absorbed too much energy from too many sources, and I need a mental cleanse.
I’m being literal, btw. I bought supplies to paint our wooden staircase yellow and green, and have been doing the prep work. The previous owners painted it taupe, so I’m not ruining anything. Albeit, I *am* making it weirder.
Reclusive. Retiring. Cloistered.
That’s me.
And you can’t bully or cajole me out of it.
