Lockdown – an Introvert’s Dream

Before the c-virus I was happiest spending long stretches of time at home entertaining myself with no distractions. My writers group met weekly and I’d usually have coffee or lunch with friends at least once a week. That was the extent of my social life. If too many dates on the calendar registered upcoming events or get-togethers, a cloud of mild anxiety hovered around me.

It’s not that I don’t like people. I do. I can play nicely in the sandbox with others. I expect to be liked and I think I usually am. That may be delusional, but if it is please don’t burst my bubble.

That was when I had freedom to choose when I went out or when I stayed home.

This is very different. There’s an unseen enemy that could be hiding anywhere, on packaging, in grocery stores, on door handles or money. And suddenly my options have shrunk to zero. I’m seventy years old. If I value my life, if I want to continue to see the sun rise and set for many more years, I have to stay home.

So of course what I want more than anything else right now is to socialize. Isn’t that human nature at it’s worst: always wanting most what we can’t (or shouldn’t) have?

You’ve heard the saying, Be careful what you wish for? I was wishing I could host a small party. There are dear friends I haven’t seen since I returned from Italy. I went immediately into self-quarantine for fourteen days. I was so looking forward to the end of my two-week isolation.

Due to government regulation and self- isolation, those two weeks have stretched to over a month with no end in sight. But today my wish for a party manifested. It wasn’t quite what I’d envisioned, but I definitely had guests.

They were a pugnacious bunch. A fight broke out on my roof and tiles went flying. My Bali expat friends can be rowdy but they aren’t that agile. My roof tiles would have been safe.

The monkey invasion squelched my desire for a party. It reminded me that I really do love being alone. I have vast fields of time to gaze at the sky and daydream. I can write – or not – as the mood dictates.

But there’s an underlying thread that I can’t quite access. It’s a feeling – a sense of divine purpose – that this had to happen. This. Nothing else. And despite the alarming death toll, despite financial ruin, despite a world thrown into chaos, despite the uncertainty, and fear, and hardship, and untold suffering, there’s a place for gratitude. For thankfulness.

In my hours of solitude, that’s what I want to access. Gratefulness, without needing to know why. Thankfulness, trusting that this time is necessary. And acceptance of what is, knowing there’s no other choice.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. judybali
    Apr 06, 2020 @ 21:12:40

    You are so wise Sherry, I’m spending most of my time at home with my dog and cat and actually it’s quite peaceful lots of love to you from Judy xx

    Sent from my iPad


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    • writingforselfdiscovery
      Apr 07, 2020 @ 18:03:32

      Those of us who have a peaceful retreat are so very fortunate. I see Bali has 43 cases now. It’s just beginning here and I have to wonder, with the seemingly haphazard response, what the numbers will do in the next few days/weeks. I appreciate your engagement with my articles, Judy! Stay well!



  2. Anonymous
    Apr 06, 2020 @ 21:19:31

    I remember those monkeys! One doesn’t run out to meet them as one would a human friend. I, too, believe this world event is meant to be. I’m grateful for my comfortable home, food, virtual friend meetings and my kitty. Stay safe. S



    • writingforselfdiscovery
      Apr 07, 2020 @ 17:59:19

      I hear you, Sharon. I, too, am grateful for my home and enough food. I’m privileged but I know there are thousands who are struggling terribly and it’s only the beginning of hardships for many people. Stay well, dear friend!



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