This one is really kind of hysterical now that I’m reviewing it, though it is said, you can’t manage it if you don’t measure it. I finally measured it, and I think I can safely say that while I definitely am a homebody, my habits are nowhere near agoraphobia levels of concern. And to be fair, I didn’t think they really were—I’ve had people very close to me with legit, crippling agoraphobia, and I know my habits don’t come close. Still not entirely certain just how far or close from this lifestyle I was, it seemed interesting to add this to my list for 2019 to get a better sense of things.
I’ve long been a homebody. While I can be very social and extroverted, I’ve also very much cherished my quiet, alone downtime at home to putter, and restore, such that, if I don’t have to leave the house for any reason, it’s really easy not to, especially when you work a lot of evenings and weekends. In the spirit of both mental and physical well-being, I wanted to be sure I was getting adequate movement, fresh air, and sunshine, and decided that getting out of the house regularly, especially on weekends when I might not have obligations, would be an important goal.
Turns out I didn’t really have to work at this at all, except perhaps a weekend or two where I ran out to the corner market for produce both because we needed it, but more so because it got me out of the house. In fact, it was not until the year-end frenzy of December that I stayed home all weekend, not once, but twice.
So if that’s how things went, I’m crossing this one off my list and moving on to more urgent things.
More urgent things, like why in the actual fuck am I still paying off student loans?
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