I try really hard not to watch much television, a habit that could easily become out of control since I am home alone so much. There are a few programs that make me laugh, so I give myself permission to have those programs on while I do other things. Yesterday I was listening to Wendy Williams. She has a segment called "Ask Wendy," where audience members ask her for advice on personal matters. A young lady in the audience remarked that she is dating a man that wants her to stay home and "put on a few pounds," and does not want her socializing with her friends. Wendy's immediate response was that "sitting around the house is for old women!" OMG. I have become that old woman. My big adventure today was a ten minute round trip to pick up my husband's shirts at the dry cleaner. I cleaned off my studio desk, I checked in on Facebook a lot (shoot me now and make me stop!) and piddled around with the contents of my desk drawers, tidying up, gathering the few loose quilting pins and putting them on the magnetic pin holder.
Doesn't this all sound like the most exciting life ever???
I talk big about making friends and getting out, but I don't. Trying to figure out why is the issue I really have to focus on. Why don't I take a quilting class and improve my skills? Why don't I follow up on the threat to join one of those "find a friend, already!" groups? At this age, am I still so afraid of failing or looking stupid that I'll sit home alone, talk to the cats - again - and reorganize my magazines and quilt patterns? This is SO DEPRESSING! I have the time to be creative, and I'm just throwing it away.
What next? Scoop the cat's litterbox. Make dinner, watch birds, read a book. I don't want to be that old woman. I'm back to feeling like Winnie the Pooh - "think, think, think......"
