Wednesday, December 07, 2005

The Ripple Effect

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.

6 comments:

Peggy said...

And I've never been alone. Ever. Was thinking about that the other night, when the rest of the family was too busy to come to the dinner table. So I sat there alone, eating my dinner and wondering what life would have been like if I chose that path instead. I envy your solitaire. Hope you're able to get some kind of routine going with the new roomie.

Kelly said...

Thanks Peggy. I feel like a total Scrooge too. The hostess from hell. And Maxx has been very respectful of my space and the other (normal) part of me really likes having her up here because its been sooo long since we've been in the same area together, so the fact she's moving up here is great. I think I just wasn't meant to share living space. I must have been a hermit in a past life or something...

Poor Maxx. She'll probably stuff me in a closet before the next few weeks are up. If I don't post for a few days someone should come looking for me.

Melissa Marsh said...

I love to be alone. When I had roomates in college, it drove me nuts. I love having the solitude to do as I please.

Of course, I get precious little of that now with two kids and a husband. But my hubby does manage to take the kids off somewhere for awhile and give me my much needed solitude.

Maxx said...

And as your friend, I know how much you need your space and am trying my best not to disrupt your flow, because I know you need your flow to flow uninterrupted or it just throws you right off. And trust me when I say I don't like imposing on anyone for anything so this stay shall be as short lived as humanly possible. When you go from your own home to crashing on somebody's floor... yeah it just doesn't feel right, even if it is a temporary necessity.

Kelly said...

Yeah really, I think you got the worse end of this deal. But I think I'm adjusting to the sounds of someone else being around. I slept last night and the writing went well this morning. I'm finding my groove again. I think it was the cheesy popcorn that did it.

Maxx said...

Ha! I think it was just a minor period of adjustment, that thankfully didn't take too long. I heard the snoring when I went to bed and figured all must be well again. I'll be sure to keep us stocked in cheese popcorn... which means I better pop out and get some. I've discovered when I don't have to cook for anyone... apparently I don't cook at all.