I was thinking the other day that life would be simple if we never had to interact with other people – if we could be complete hermits.
Living alone for 16 years – the only time I ever felt anxiety was when people interaction was involved.
Still true today.
This says nothing about other people and in no way is this anyone’s fault. This is all about me and how I interact. It’s about how I interpret other people, how I read them and how my needs are or are not met in my relationships with others.
The key to all this is to meet all my needs internally – but then we’re talking about some kind of Buddha Nirvana and I am not that evolved. Not yet. Likely not until I’m in my final hours and maybe not even then.
I’m not even sure if it’s something to strive for.
All I can keep doing is my best – and keep learning – and hopefully keep growing – and keep paying attention.
Life is only easy when I’m up in the mountains.
Or writing. Even though writing is often hard work.
And speaking of writing, the groundwork for this new book is being laid.