The beauty of isolation

Reality and rationality dictates that the world and people do not change overnight.  Whatever delusions people had or mythologized, leading up to the inauguration of President Biden, have been blown completely out of proportion and into some kind of sadly thwarted fantasy.  What we experienced before hasn't dissipated, except for the political party dictating.  And from all I see and hear - especially from the keyboard warriors - is a continuation of childish, boorish behavior.  I want no part of it, nor do I intend to participate.  

Hence, my resounding embrace of being at home and not spending time on social media.  Work hours aside, there is nothing to entice me.  I rarely post on Facebook now - only pieces I've written or the podcast link and wishing "real world" friends a happy birthday; the rest I ignore.  Twitter is a momentary glimpse, and I may have an exchange with one person I find intelligent, kind and charming - and the same applies for Instagram.  

I'm not disparaging anyone, but being at home and not interacting with people in general is something I don't need.  I'm fine in my solitude; in the peace and quiet and calm.  It keeps stress to a minimum and I don't have to be entertained, stimulated and I don't crave the physical desire for other people to be around me.  Liz is here; Roxy and Bailey are here and I'm genuinely content.

If there's one thing I'd like to do when this is all over is to travel again.  That I've missed and I appreciate the idea of seeing something new that interests me.  But it will happen in time and I am patient.  Until the  time we go back to work at full strength and I can book a trip, I'll continue to savor this time alone at home.  I'm very fortunate that I can make the best out of a very unusual (and for some, illness aside, difficult) situation.