It dawned on me in recent days that I've been hiding. I'm not sure from what or why, but I have been hiding in my books. I usually only do this when I am highly stressed and it only lasts for a couple of days. This time I have been on a "book binge" for a couple of months now and have just realized it.
I originally attributed it to just having fun reading my regency romances (which is what I am currently addicted to and yes having oh so much fun reading), but I think it is more than that. Not only have I ignored my TV and my internet addictions, but I've ignored being a grown up: answering mail, keeping a tidy apartment, shopping at the grocery store, feeding myself at places that don't have drive through windows, etc. I have been hiding in my books. I'm not sure why. When I spent all of Saturday reading instead of doing the things I really needed and had looked forwarding to doing and when by the end of the day I was feeling melancholy, I knew something was up.
This post has no answers. Just questions. Thankfully today I have picked up my apartment, done laundry, wrote some blog posts and edited photos, gone to the grocery store and had a lovely evening out with Mr. Boyfriend. I hope the rest will work itself out.