It's been awfully quiet on this blog for a good reason. We've had a really nice flow of family visits for two months with about a three day layover for me to bust out my Cleaning Freak Flag again.
I usually spend medium to large chunks of my day alone, reflecting, and, keeping a steady log of my thoughts on this wee bloggity. The past two months, however, have been quite the opposite. I've spent time in conversation, planning ahead, and keeping a steady log of things I forgot to do yesterday.
The last few weeks, I've come to understand how being a loner is a crutch for me. I rely heavily on those solo times to sort through thoughts and file away important things alphabetically. Being around people often is out of my comfort zone and leaves me feeling disorganized and forgetful. Not sure why my brain doesn't allow categorizing itself when another person's in the room but it doesn't. It has serious modesty issues. It often wears baggy shirts and knows how to remove its bra through a sleeve.
While I miss the ability to collate my thoughts, the missing is overrun by feeling honored my family (First Andy's parents, his sister, now my little brother and his girlfriend) choose to spend their only vacation time here with us in Louisiana. None of them loves to fly yet they buy airline tickets and hold their breath during takeoff. All of them have very important things going on back home. Each of them asks what they can do to help out while they are here. If I respond, "Nothing," they find something anyway and do it better than me. Them there are awesome housemates.
On his second night here, my sweet brother burned off every calorie in his 6 4" lanky frame playing soccer with Grayson in the back yard. Much like Grayson, my brother is quiet so they commune through play and smiling a lot. And when I catch him whispering sweet to skittish Sparrow in the hallway, of course my sister heart thumps an extra thump. This little boy who I remember chasing up a slide and around tree stumps is making adult plans to visit me, 18 years his senior.
And wait till you see my brother's girlfriend. She is an absolute living doll, too. Last night, I found her in our kitchen with her auburn curls piled high, springing themselves from ponytail-holder confinement. She was stirring brownie dough while swaying softly to something acoustic on her Pandora. If my brother doesn't propose, I'm going to ask Andy if we can adopt her. She is art in tiny bare feet.
So while I've not had my crutch to reflect, sort, and make sense of my own brain in the last few weeks, it's pushing me to grow outward instead of inward where it's safe, warm, and filled with chai tea lattes.
Through these visits, I've known familiar warmth, surprising beauty, and love in real time with worthwhile distractions keeping me from myself.
I hardly miss me at all.