Cocoon vs. Company

With a rare cloudy day comes a bit of cocooning, and I’m just realising I’ve rather missed this. Saturday, on my own and nowhere to go except to the supermarket to stock up on some edibles for the weekend. As I was walking back I thought, skip on the walk along the beach today. I wasn’t really in the mood. So, fifteen minutes later, groceries shelved/chilled, I’m in a huge pair of jeans and a comfy sweater, back in bed. As I mentioned, I love my bedroom here. And if it weren’t for the fact that my WiFi doesn’t work anywhere but here, I think I would have remained blind to the cosiness of this room. But as it is, I spend most of my days in here –working, reading, catching up with friends…and let’s not forget the all important siesta. So anyway. I’m here, lit some candles and a stick of my favourite rose incense and I think I might be here all day.

This morning I wondered (yet again) about my current situation: I seem to be happy only when I’m by myself these days. If I was stressed out these past few weeks, it was mainly because I felt crowded. A few days by myself was all it took to feel at least a bit better again. But on the other hand I do get lonely, like this morning when I woke up. And I just can’t figure out if I’m craving the right kind of company, or if that right kind would very quickly turn out to be very wrong as well.