Today is my birthday. Thank you very much. Birthdays, like new years, always get my introspective juices flowing, which, as an introvert, doesn’t take much. Waking up will pretty much do it.
I haven’t written on this blog in five years. Five years! What’s up with that? I do recall that exactly five years ago I took on a new position at work that involved two hours of daily commute, so this was the likely catalyst for my long silence here. No time or energy. I also felt like the blog was of interest only to me, or at least lacked the ability to draw an audience. So it’s kind of like talking to yourself. Does that have any value?
Fast forward five (long, hard) years. My work commute is less now, though the demands of the job are not. It largely sucks up most of my available time and energy. However, I really do enjoy the camaraderie of those I work with (who would have thought?) – my work family – and the job has also forced me to deal with a number of common introvert dislikes, such as being interrupted (since we like to focus and ruminate on things, like a cow chewing its cud). I am interrupted endlessly throughout the day by a myriad of things, and it is very hard to focus on anything for very long (my attention span is shot, but I think that is true of many of us). I don’t blame those interrupting me as it is not their fault, and I feel bad when I respond poorly. But I have definitely gotten more tolerant and patient. If I do snap, I quickly recover and usually apologize. Another (related) challenge is when too many things are thrown my way at once (how can I properly ruminate on all of them? Aghhhhhh!) That one is harder. I just have to remind myself that everything will be OK, and that none of it will (usually) matter tomorrow.
I’m also at the point where I could semi-retire next year, so knowing there is a pot of gold (well, maybe not gold…) at the end of the rainbow puts things in perspective. And I say semi-retire because I need structure. I thrive on structure. It’s why I’ve always been a workaholic. Yay, something to do to keep me busy! (in my younger years I also liked homework…) But give me a day off and mild panic sets in. The few times I’ve tried a whole week off, it hasn’t gone well. So, at work I have too much stimulus and lots of structure, at home, too little stimulus and no structure. I guess in a perverted sort of way they balance each other out, but that will all change in retirement unless and until I find some structure that works for me.
I’ve been thinking a lot about being older and getting older, largely precipitated by being around those both much older, and much younger, than me lately. One group makes me feel (relatively) young and alive, yet very aware of my mortality, the other has me reminiscing about lost youth and wondering if I’ve been getting the most out of life lately. Both considerations are somewhat distressing, but good points to ponder. To paraphrase Thoreau, when I come to die, I do not want to discover that I had not lived.
People are said to get more introverted with age. It seems to be easier to be socially active and do adventurous things when we’re younger. Then careers and relationships start demanding more and more of our time and energy (especially in today’s multitasking hells) as we get busy building our lives and supporting ourselves. Social activities can become more insular. Eventually we retire and have lots of free time, but then may be faced with friendships that have fizzled from lack of proper attention.
Many people make friends at work, but that isn’t possible for me since I supervise everyone in my workplace. It’s a lonely place to be. I can’t even vent to them (though, inappropriately, I sometimes do). I work nine to ten-hour days that suck up all of my time and energy, leaving me drained by the end of the day with little social energy left – hence the moribund friendships outside of work. I usually just want to go into a dark cave and hide at the end of the day (no, I don’t live in a cave. Yet).
But two fortuitous things happened today that are in line with getting me on a better social pathway. I heard from an old friend who I used to spend much time with but haven’t seen in years. He always thoughtfully sends me greetings on holidays and birthdays, and yet we have not actually talked or gotten together. I proposed that we do so next week to catch up on things. I also got an invite from another acquaintance from the past to join a group of guys who get together weekly for dinner at a local restaurant. It is a large group and people attend periodically as they wish, but it sounds like a good outlet to connect with some folks my age and in my situation. I belonged to a similar group years ago, and I did meet numerous people there who eventually became friends.
Well, I’m about to go out and have lunch – by myself – but that’s OK for now. Sometimes you gotta live in the situations of your own making. In all honesty, it’s not a difficult thing for me to do.