I LOVE adventures. In the next few months, I’ve got some great ones planned:
Do you know what’s not exciting? This past Sunday.
So, even though Bret will tell you he loves adventures as much as I do, he’s an introvert which means he also gets great satisfaction from cozy-ing up with a good book, movie, video game, etc. He can be content for a whole day. I…need to get outside. I need to do something. I get stir crazy/cabin fever/extrovert isolation syndrome if I’m stuck inside for two long.
Our different approaches to this “down time” are explained from this Huffington Post | 23 Signs You’re Secretly An Introvert article:
Downtime doesn’t feel unproductive to you.One of the most fundamental characteristics of introverts is that they need time alone to recharge their batteries. Whereas an extrovert might get bored or antsy spending a day at home alone with tea and a stack of magazines, this sort of down time feels necessary and satisfying to an introvert. — The Huffington Post | By Carolyn Gregoire
Well, I’m the antsy extrovert. If I didn’t know this about myself already, this past Sunday confirmed it.
One of the things on my Rainy Day (formerly 30 before 30) list is to Spend an entire day in bed watching movies and being lazy. I should mention that I did not add this one to the list on my own, I found it on a “Things to do before children” list that I’m aiming to complete over the next 5 years or so. We didn’t have anything we HAD to do this past Sunday. Since Bret had a little foot injury, we couldn’t go swimming, hiking, adventuring even if we wanted to. So. I SUGGESTED spending a lazy day around the apartment. I thought this sounded like so much fun. Boy, was I wrong.
I think I could be lazy and watch about two movies in a row. Two. After that, I need to do something else. What does that “something else” look like? In the eight hours that Bret played a video game, I:
…Ultimately, I felt like I was being punished via house arrest.
I honestly don’t know WHY I didn’t just grab my keys, head to a coffee shop, sit down with a cup of tea, and write a letter to my best friend. That would have been perfect. I could have taken a yoga class, sat by the pool, ANYTHING with other humans to people watch or smile at… but I was so determined to make this “lazy day” work.
I thought I was losing my mind.
So, 7PM rolls around.
hungry starving. (All I’ve had to eat all day is a smoothie!)
I hop over to the bedroom
…and…to my complete and utter disbelief… Bret is STILL playing the same video game he was playing 7 hours ago.
He is completely content. I just burst into tears over the fact that I couldn’t entertain myself. I explained that this whole day had been miserable and I was so hungry and he kind of stared at me like, “What? It’s afternoon already?”
It was a good realization. Bret and I do SO MUCH together, but it’s good to know that our “downtime” does not have to look the same. He loves hunkering down with the blinds drawn and I’m over here clinging to the window. He could be a hermit and I could be a nomad… but other than that we’re exactly the same.
The big thing I keep wondering… How in the world did I live ALONE in D.C. for a YEAR?!
It’s a mystery.
But I learned something about myself. And I’m glad I can (kind of half way) check something off my Rainy Day list which will hopefully give me some good guidance the next time a lazy day rolls around.