Time By Myself – Doing Little and Being Okay With It

I recently did a stint on bed rest and spent weeks in my bed or wandering between just a few rooms in my house. Everything that put me there – pain, surgery, the fear around those things – was awful. Staying in bed and being pretty restricted in what I was allowed to do? Turns out I’m pretty good at that.
I was proud of myself for reaching out to a lot of people and letting them know I’d be down for the count and my friends and family were awesome. That’s not really my style to put my vulnerability out there for others to witness. The response and support I received showed me it was the right thing to do. I got lots of notes, flowers, gifts and visits. I felt loved and am grateful for all of that contact. It helped tremendously.
The flip side to that is how happy I was doing nothing. I made up routines that were goofy and To Do lists that were nonsensical. Read 100 pages. Watch two episodes of Orphan Black. Write thank you notes. Take a shower. Doing all four of those thing would have really been a big day for me.
I’m back in good health and out in the world. I’ve returned to work and am doing pretty much whatever I choose. I am a much better conversationalist now when my husband comes home from work because I have actual things I did during the day of which I can speak. I have much more empathy now for people going through health situations and a greater respect for the power of friendship to make those experiences easier.
But. I sort of miss the solitude.
It’s not just being back at work and having actual things to do throughout the day, although I am sure that’s part of it. (The break was really nice.) I just don’t have the same opportunities to hole up by myself.
Next weekend my husband will be away with friends and I am so excited. (He knows this, so it’s okay to admit. He feels similarly when it happens in reverse.) I will get a weekend all by myself. I’ll do very little. I’ll watch the TV shows I want, read books, eat foods of my preference. Alone. All of these things I can do when he’s around, mind you. But with solitude… Somehow it’s better. Especially since it’s an occasional treat and not my status quo.
This time around the solitude will be better than what I had on bed rest.  No pain!
If I Fall, If I Die by Michael Christie - for the From Left to Write Book Club.

This post was inspired by the novel If I Fall, If I Die by Michael Christie, about a boy who’s never been outside, thanks to his mother’s agoraphobia, but ventures outside in order to solve a mystery. Join From Left to Write on January 22nd as we discuss If I Fall, If I Die. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.

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3 thoughts on “Time By Myself – Doing Little and Being Okay With It

  1. I totally get this! In 2009 and 2010 I had to undergo a round of radiation for thyroid cancer. Because of the radiation in my body I either had to stay in quarantine in a hospital room with no one around or I could stay in my own house as long as I was totally alone. I chose to stay home. First time I was ever alone for a whole week without my son and visitors. I loved it! I read and took walks in my backyard and blogged and just had a grand old time! People came and dropped off flowers and candy at my front door and I felt loved and special and never felt alone. Sometimes it’s good to be alone for a while, everyone should try it at least once.

  2. Ever since I started working at home last year, I’ve found that I really like being home or even just close to home most of the time. I think that when I read this book I worried that I could become that mother with just one traumatic event!

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