I love being with people, even crowds. Six people spending the night? Woohoo!
I also love times of silence when I can just chill and think and organize that hall closet. Yes, I’m weird.
Because of this tension, I’ve never been able to decide whether I’m an outgoing introvert or a downtime-loving extrovert. Regardless, I often fee a twinge of unease when I see a full calendar. Even if all the things on it are good, something in me starts gasping for air prematurely, and any little blank spaces suddenly seem very precious. If I’m not careful, I can become a downright miserly creature who hoards scraps of time like a dragon hoards gold.
Last week was Spring Break, and as a staff member at the university I got three glorious days off from work. #perksofworkingforacademia
In case you don’t know him, I’m married to an extremely extroverted I-wanna-be-where-the-people-are type of man (cue Little Mermaid). When he began filling our tiny break to the brim with appointments and brunches and last-minute hangouts, I started to wonder if I would need a vacation after the vacation.
Dear God, I prayed, please help me not to be a blank space miser. I give you the time–you take care of me.
Those three days turned out to be some of the most refreshing, fun days we’ve enjoyed in months!
We looked at dinosaur bones and butterflies at the Houston Museum of Natural Science.
We laughed until our abs ached with old friends.
We feasted at the Cheesecake Factory with my mother-in-love.
We played Phase 10 until after bedtime, and I didn’t even care that I came in last place.
We caught up with precious old friends whose baby is now old enough to look up elephant pictures on my phone (how did he get so big??????)
Then–this was the whole reason we went to H-town to start with–we spent a delightful rainy afternoon celebrating one of my dearest friends at her baby shower.
Finally, my Dallas-bound family caravanned back to our place for the night. (There’s that 6-person sleepover!)