I’m so antsy, only this time (thank g-d) it’s not restless leg syndrome. It’s the “I’ve got to get out of the house and try new things” kind of syndrome.
The last two weekends we have finally gotten a change of scenery from just sitting at home and staring at each other (not that I don’t love SHL’s face). We went to the Cape one weekend and sat out on the deck having breakfast overlooking the ocean, sat outside reading, went out to a movie and to eat, and had friends enjoy the beach with us. This past weekend we went to a BBQ and beer fest (I was more into the BBQ and SHL was more into the beer) and then the Red Sox/Yankees game (we love Fenway!).
So it’s been more exciting than the past 3 months, that’s for sure, but at the same time, I feel like crawling out of my skin. Perhaps it’s the work week that gets in the way of my mojo (can you relate?) as just as I feel like I’m relaxed, it’s time to go back to work. Perhaps it’s just three months’ worth of bottled up angst at wanting to get out and do things, and now it seems like I just can’t get enough of fun and I wish good food (battling constant stomach aches and nausea). I long for adventure, and interestingly enough, I just wrote an article for our work blog where I quote an author who talks about getting out of a mental rut. He was tired, overworked and overstressed, and people kept telling him to just rest and “take a break.” But that didn’t feel institutively right to him, so you know what he did instead? Stand-up comedy! He said that breaking out of his comfort zone in the end really helped him mentally.
I can see that. When A and I went to Mexico in February to celebrate my 40th birthday we went swimming in a cave and though it seems easy/peasy, crawling down that ladder while scared of heights was definitely out of my comfort zone. Not only that, but swimming in a cave in a wet suit with bats flying all around and feeling somewhat claustrophobic and stalactites jutting around each corner felt adventurous! I definitely felt more alive afterwards and remember celebrating with tacos and beer by the side of a dusty Mexican road. Ahhh, adventure!
Any suggestions? Should I have a spontaneous backyard party with a slip-n-slide, s’mores over a fire pit (that I yet to own) and a game of capture the flag? Should I jump on a plane and go visit a friend? Should I try a new food, go zip lining (so scared of that)… Should I get in the car and just drive somewhere? I’m longing for the water, fresh air, sea salt and good, fresh, homemade ice cream. I’m longing for overnight camp where we’d go to the general store and spend $2 on junk food that we’d eat late at night on each other’s beds. I’m longing for carefree fun.
I’m longing to feel young and healthy and free again. And in the end, what I’m really longing for are the days long before cancer, when I could believe that I was invincible.