Retreat

 

 

Every so often, when I least expect it and when the sun is shining brightly, a little voice inside my head starts screaming–

Retreat! Retreat!

At first it is a bit muffled, barely noticeable in the hurried voices that take residence up there. There’s me, my mom, several other family members, reason, emotion, music, whimsy, and all of you. Typically what happens is that I wake up feeling slightly morose, and that, coupled with about a half cup of heavy thinking, three tablespoons of introspection, and a pinch of isolation,  helps the voice become louder and clearer as the day wears on.

Today was such a day and this morning was such a morning.

That being said, I feel as though the appropriate measure this time is to unplug. Literally. I have not decided exactly what that looks like as of yet, but don’t be surprised if I am no longer reachable online.