Being in my own head is probably where I spent most of my time. It’s a blissful place. Getting caught up in my own little stories, having imaginary conversations, drifting away.
I guess I’ve always been what you call a day dreamer, an introvert. Content with my own company. A little bit awkward in unfamiliar situations and with people I don’t know. Always happy to leave the party early.
I like being on my own. I need it. Being in the company of others, leaving the house and socialising can drain my energy. It takes effort for me to be with other people, not all of the time but a lot of the time.
While it can be comforting to detach, to switch off from myself and the outside world, I always struggle to stave off procrastination. Getting out of my head to get shit done can be tough at times.
Go for a walk, talk to people, meditate, eat healthy. Have a routine so the things I want to do get done. But what is it that I really want? Laden with tiredness in the quicksand.
Do I need a rest or am I just avoiding things? Hard to tell sometimes. Distraction is a double edged sword. It can fuel creativity while at the same time paralyse productivity.
A happy balance. Happy? Balance? Hard to know what that is. Seemingly impossible to achieve it. I guess I just muddle through, embrace the messiness, the imperfection, the struggle.