Escapades in Adulting

There are times, I admit, that I really want to live in my own bubble.  I want to live in a world of my own creation, free from the outside forces, free from the troubles of the world.  Sometimes I want to be that ostrich with my head buried in the sand so that I cannot see all of the ills going on around me.  Of course, I know that I cannot live that way even though I would like to, but I do need to create some kind of space/time where I can have the world I want even if only for a moment.  It's my form of self care, I suppose.

I don't exactly know how to do this without isolating myself from other people.  Or maybe that is the point?  I don't know.  Life gets hard sometimes.  Whether it's an emotionally stressful day at work, like I had yesterday, or it's the stress of life from paying bills and trying to get it all done, I need to find that quiet perfect place for myself to be to let it all go and rejuvenate.  I don't think that's too much to ask, but I must figure out how to create that space.

I often look to the past to find comfort.  Not to live in, but to find comfort.  Maybe I can take that and place it in the present in some form to relieve pressure.  Maybe I find it in cooking a family recipe.  Maybe I find it organizing old photographs.  Or maybe I just have a glass of wine and sit down surrounded by all of the things I own from Grandmother. I don't know yet, but I will find out.

Being an adult is hard to balance at times.  It feels like everywhere I turn there is turmoil of some kind.  And if I don't find something good for myself to sit on the other side of the seesaw, I'm going to be stuck on the ground forever.

That is all.