So I probably wasn’t overly concerned, but the image has stayed with me, and lately I feel like it’s an apt analogy for what is happening in my life. Being afflicted with social anxieties, I have been watching the boundaries of my life slowly shrinking year by year. It’s almost imperceptible. I only really recognize it when I intentionally focus on it. But it’s happening.
In a way, I’m fine with it. I usually don’t mind alone time and I manage to entertain myself well enough without a posse of friends hanging about. But as my social life recedes, so does my world view. And as my world view flattens out, so does my writing. And not being able to write is more disconcerting to me than not having a whole lot of friends.
I need to motivate myself to seek out mental stimulation. That’s not easy, once inertia has set in. But I can really only write so many blog posts about my cats and inanimate objects, and then I have to try and expand. I need to push back on those walls that are closing in, challenge the tedium that I have come to accept as being okay.
I wish I could remember how the spies got out of their predicament. Maybe it would give me inspiration to find my own solution. It’s something for me to work on. Right after a word from our sponsors…