The Joys of Nothingness

mood: zen
pandora/ipod: nothing

I'm a busy person.

If you've followed this blog for any length of time, that becomes overly apparent.

I'm not busy because I'm so charming and dazzling that I'm in constant demand, or because I'm so popular that people clamor for my attention. Yeah, no. I'm busy because I keep myself busy. I call people, I make plans, I fill my calendar, I over commit. I've never been one to measure my worth against how many invitations I get, more like how many of my invitations people accept.

That said, there's a ying to my yang, head to my tail, a flip to my flop. I'm an only child and as such every once in awhile I need to be....alone.

(I hope you all channeled Garbo when you read that.)

It might be the great dichotomy of being an only child - the driving need to be around people vs. the desperate desire to be by myself. NOISE vs. SILENCE. CHAOS vs. CALM. ME vs. ME.

This weekend I made the conscious effort to shut it down. I did a movie with a friend, and brunch with a few others, but that was it. I did housework, watched movies, played with Poodini. I needed to recharge, rejuvenate. Like Superman in the Fortress of Solitude, only warmer, with 600 thread count sheets and WORKING GIRL on DVD.

BTW, how great is this song?



That drummer's white man afro is EPIC! And I love the way Carly throws her hair around with abandon.

Oops, sorry. I'm so susceptible to shiny things.

Anyway, my point is that I spent the weekend recharging my batteries and I feel FANTASTIC! Ready to face the week. BRING IT ON!