I've lost my rhythm. My routine has been skewered a bit the past couple of days. I'm not falling asleep at night and not following my usual routine in the evenings. My friend is staying with me for a couple of weeks while she looks for a place of her own and starts her new job. It always seems strange to have someone in my house, having lived alone for more years than I can count now. Normally, my evenings are my downtime. I come home from work and decompress, enjoy the solitude after a day spent living amongst the pod people.
It appears I don't write as well when my routine is disturbed. I'm too much a creature of habit, Capricorn that I am. I'm finding it hard to concentrate. It's like when someone tosses a pebble into a still pond and causes a sudden rippling effect. You have to wait for the ripples to subside before you can find your place again. My concentration is a tenuous thing, which is why I like the quiet solitude of living alone and writing in a place where there are no disturbances. Because as soon as that concentration gets nudged off track, my brain starts going in too many directions to make any sense.
My friend and I talked about this before she came up, the fact that I really don't like living with other people, even those I enjoy spending time with. I'm not sure why that is, other than I know I'm someone who needs a heavy dose of alone time to function properly in the world. When I don't get that, I get downright snarly and twitchy. This does not bode too well for any future marriage plans I may entertain at some point in my life. Although since that's not really even a dot on the horizon its the least of my worries.
What I need to do now is figure a way to keep working effectively while there are ripples in my pond. I think the first thing is to try and retain as much of my usual routine as possible. It may not get me nominated for any hostess of the year award, but que sera. I'm sure my friend will understand. She's put up with my solitary tendencies this long.