I've been reflecting (whilst shaving) on if I am better off being left alone rather than confronted, prodded, poked or challenged.
They fascinate , frustrate, disappoint, inspire, please and disgust me. I love 'em and hate 'em too. Nowt so funny as folk eh?
I don't mind kind words, praise, adulation or being the recipient of unexpected gifts or kindnesses, but they can't go on forever and must inevitably give way to a bit of grey.
Yesterday (and the day before) I felt front-line, dull, bruised, tender, fragile and under attack just at a time when I want to be cocooned, fresh and impregnable. When I'm rained on I want to feel dry, comfortable and stronger than tissue paper.
Perhaps it's because I'm just back from holiday and need to get into the rhythm of things.
I found 1,230 emails in the inbox on my return, along with new processes, a new team, team leader, location and expanded responsibilities. The bubble had burst. It was raining hard and I preferred the being left alone option.
On the bright side, I had a decent break from it all and feel considerably better this morning as I confront the man in the mirror.
Hope you had a good birthday yesterday Amber.
Welcome to Paul C...I hope you enjoy dropping by from time to time. Oh my goodness, a retired high school English teacher! I'm afraid you'll have to turn a blind eye to my English.
Also welcome to Val Daggatt. I've just noticed your silhouette Val but can't locate you on blogger.
Looking forward to visiting you all.
Oh, I almost forgot to conclude...
Am I better off being alone, protected and cocooned?