I admit that what I am about to say is heavily influenced by the weather.
And the rather interesting reaction I am having to my recent birthday.
And to the shocking realization over the last few days that I think I am bored of the internets.
I feel. . . overexposed.
Frazzled.
Unfocused.
In my mind's eye, I saw myself bundling me up in a great big coat, and heading out for the fields, as if that might help me clear my mind. I have been noticing a feeling in the back of my brain that I am taking for the need to write something of substance. I'm not sure what it will be, this writing. But I'm pretty sure I need to get away for a while in order to accomplish it.
I looked up the word Sabbatical a little bit ago, and after reading up on it, decided I most definitely need one.
I remember [I think it was two years ago], I took a month off from posting here. I think I'm due for another leave of absence.
I have wits to gather. Things to ruminate upon. Priorities to sort out.
Mental housecleaning.
But before I can do that, I need a holiday. And in the spirit of 'doing what is good for me' that has come up during the meditation class, I am going to act upon these inclinations.
Ergo, I shall bid you fare thee well for a time. I am going to take some inner journeys. Think some inner thoughts. And hopefully put pen to paper at some point. Actual pens and actual paper. It's therapy for me to work with those things.
I have been remiss in not remembering this about myself.
I was filing some papers in the file cabinet that has been moved into my walk-in closet the other day. I suddenly missed my little desk that used to be in there. The little desk is now here in my work room. I might have to move it back in the closet for a while.
We'll see.
Anyway, that's my plan.
Take care.
And I'll see you when I get back.
(Writers. Have you ever known a more tiresome and odious group of whiny little introverts?)