but if them being here means I'm forced to bottle it up?
ya....I can't allow myself to even think about how badly that's gonna go
Every. Single. Day.
And I'm already spiralling
Remember... living with people is massively different from visiting people.
I’ve been doing a lot of living with people (I miss the WTF-Face!) the past few years; and whilst there are some people I live easily & well with (like a stick sliding into water), and others I don’t (beat the water with a stick! Light it on fire! Beat it some more!! More power! More fire!!) <cough> No matter what, it’s still very very different living/visiting.
The beginning is always the hardest...
- if you have a cache of emergency meds? Break them out, before you need them.
- But the single most important thing I’ve learned? Pick 2 or 3 favorite routines, and carve those motherf*ckers in stone. They are yours, and yours alone, and come hell or high water they just happen. For me, those are almost always isolationist routines. Pool/Gym, gun range, drives to music, reading/writing, coffee, etc. (you may notice there are more than 2-3 here. That’s because what gets carved in stone varies depending on where I am and who I’m “with”. Adults? I don’t like walking with, but kids I do. Shrug. No particular reason. (Except maybe that kids are an awesome excuse to dash around singing the mission impossible soundtrack and NOT look crazy at the same time ;)
- Then pick a few others that you’re not as attached to and alter them to include people. (That’s how I learned to “like” cooking, by the by. I don’t actually like cooking. At all. But come to find I LOVE the organized chaos of a kitchen full of people talking, and laughing, and burning shit, and having a beer. 20 some odd years of cooking, and whilst I’m good at it? I still hate doing it. Unless my kitchen is full of people. Grownups, kids, dogs, music, pros & burn water types. All good.
After a brief adjustment period (most) people figure out really quickly when you’re “on” & “off”. Friday’s smoking on the deck? TheKiddo is always welcome / greeted with smiles (only because he both knows & respects timeouts / If I tell him I’m taking a timeout? He smiles & scoots, with no hurt feelings), as is TheCat... but every other motherf*cker better stay out of sight. Because yo is HOVERING if I can see you, and no. Go away. Don’t even THINK in this direction. I can feel you thinking. Basta. Nyet. Nope. Bye bye. I love you, now GO.
You’ve deployed, so you KNOW you can live/work with people in your pocket and STILL find peace & alone time... even when you’re nuts to butts. It’s a similar sort of thing. There’s the space you create mentally... but being a civvie there’s also physical space you create (and then cement into routine, that no one questions or breeches).