Not really intentionally, but I've noticed that in the past couple of weeks I've been more reluctant to share stuff of any real emotional content with anyone. Well, that part is rally a conscious decision as far as this blog goes, but it's pulled me back from sociality both real and virtual.
Thinking about the whys and wherefores, I suspect it's because I've been ignoring my needs for too long, and have pulled back to regroup and maybe focus on some me-time more. It's different than hermiting, though I suppose it looks much the same from the outside, like an invisible Marmot.
I think it's not a horrible thing.
Right now, I'm sort of half-baked and incomplete. It's also something of a handy excuse, and I will cop to that freely, but in the real, in the here and now, I have a lot of stuff I need to do on both the Big Broken Box™ and the Marmot-self to be a truly productive contributor in my own puddle of prehistoric goo.
If you will take the house as a metaphor, I've been working on the exterior a lot while neglecting the interior. It's a lot of practical consideration because the nice weather make the exterior work a whole lot easier than when winter comes and I'll be forced to work inside. Similarly, I've been working on the physical exterior of the Marmot-self with losing weight and trying to maintain some sort of exercise regimen with little heed paid to the interior, the "soft stuff" if you will. And I got spanked because of it. And not in the fun way.
I haven't figured yet whether this is a good or bad thing, or if it just is.