I love my home. I love my husband. I love my life. But two days ago, I took my dog and left it all behind.
Let me explain.
Teaching takes a lot out of you. Not only is it a lot of work, but it’s a lot of extroversion. You have to be ON all day, summoning patience and smiles and enthusiasm even when they don’t come naturally. On a good day, you get a conference period or two, during which you can bask in forty-six minutes of alone time (mostly spent checking emails or grading papers). But sometimes (like the past two weeks, for instance) practically every second of your conference time is taken up with meetings, which means you have to keep that patient, enthusiastic smile plastered on your face all day.
I love my job, but there are many days where I go home after work and just sit in a quiet room, alone, for half an hour. And often fall asleep. So, when spring break arrives, I’m not screaming, “LET’S PARTY!” and calling all the friends I haven’t seen in ages. Instead, I’m craving comfy clothes, quiet spaces, books, blankets, and tea.
All of which I have at home, which begs the question: Why did I run away?
Let me explain some more.
Writing puts a lot into you. Not only is it mental and emotional work, but it also opens the floodgates of creativity. I’m not good at compartmentalizing my writing. I’m not one of those writers who writes a chapter on her lunch break or gets to the doctor’s office a few minutes early and whips up a couple hundred words of a short story. I wish I could work that way, but I can’t. For me, it’s all or nothing. When I’m writing, I’m not doing anything else, and when I truly open my mind to the creative process, the ideas and inspirations start flowing in. While writing a chapter of my novel, I might also jot down notes for a story, or quickly pen a poem, or doodle a cartoon for my next blog post. My brain is everywhere all at once, and it can be very rewarding to get in to that zone, but there’s no room for laundry or alarm clocks or needy pets or schedules. I need time and lots of it, with no responsibilities except to the process. So, when holidays arrive, I often tell myself I’m going to finish those writing projects, but secretly I know that unread emails and unpaid bills and well-meaning friends and family will likely keep me from truly taking the dive.
And that’s why I ran away from home for spring break. To write and relax and be among people I don’t have to smile at or talk to. It’s temporary, but much needed.
Originally, I was going to take a solo journey, but then I remembered what happened at the Books With Bite Workshop. There, I was in a cabin by myself, but friendly faces were just a few yards away, and I knew the following morning we’d all have breakfast together, my absence noted if some dark thing dragged me away in the night. Since I generally prefer for dark things not to drag me away in the night, I decided to bring one responsibility with me—my faithful guard dog.
So here we are, at a cabin in an undisclosed location in the Hill Country. I’m reading and writing and walking and napping and basking in the sounds of nature (and the sounds of teenagers whose behavior I do not have to monitor). So far, I’ve finished reading two books, drafted one and a half blog posts, written two poems, added 1,000 words to a promising short story, and snuck up on my novel-in-progress to spy on it. (I’m planning my attack.) Uno’s stats are not quite as inspiring, although he has peed on an impressive number of trees and chewed on some fairly large sticks.
I think my favorite moment so far was the first evening of my stay, when Uno had finally stopped growling at every tiny noise, and I sat down to do a Tarot reading (as you do on the first night of an adventure). I was itching to get to writing, so I decided to do a simple three-card spread about my retreat, symbolizing what led me here, what will happen here, and how it will affect me. My Halloween cards never let me down, and they came through once again. The first card couldn’t have been more perfect.
According to The Halloween Tarot by Karin Lee, the Two of Pumpkins (Two of Pentacles in the traditional deck) “signifies duality, or a struggle for balance. The masked jester balances on her tip-toes, weighing two jack-o-lanterns (lit and happy on one side, dark and sinister on the other) in her hands.” Yep. A balancing act, indeed. These three days away are all about me holding on to just one pumpkin for a change.
The rest of the reading was spot-on too, but I’m going to keep that bit of magic to myself.
Tomorrow Uno and I will go back home. A few days from now, I’ll go back to work for the last long stretch before the end of the school year. I’ll pack my patience and enthusiasm and extrovert self to take with me. And my smile? Well… I never truly put that away. 🙂
9 thoughts on “Why I Ran Away From Home”
Sounds like a great idea and Uno looks like the perfect companion 😊
He is pretty close to perfect. We have equal interests in spending time outdoors and curling up on couches inside. 🙂
I wish I could run away too, but alas, our spring break is 2 weeks away. Hope you have a great time.
Maybe you can run away then! 🙂
First of all, holy hell, I am so impressed with your productivity! Finishing two novels! Like, I see that you did other things too, but I’m stuck on that. I love the apt way you described approaching a WIP, sneak, spy, then and pounce.
I love that you brought your gangly guard dog with you. He looks so sweet and honorable, ready to protect his mistress out there in the great yonder.
You posted this on a day I was trying to brainstorm how to explain to a friend that I am an introvert, and I need the quiet time at night after my kids go to bed at night and after the work day is done (and my spouse is consumed by a video game on the couch next to me) to be mine. It has taken me thirty years to understand that I am an introvert and my corresponding needs. I have to be on all day too at my job, but I can’t even imagine that with the performance of teaching and monitoring the behavior of 15-30 young minds of whom you are responsible. I’m very happy you took some much needed recharge time, friend.
First of all, perhaps my post was unclear. I finished READING two books, not WRITING two books. One was a graphic novel and I only had 100 pages left in the other one when I got to my cabin. So it wasn’t really that amazing of a feat, but thank you anyway.
The guard dog and I had a wonderful time. I didn’t get as many words on the page as I wanted to, but I did get a lot done, especially on a big short story I’ve been working on for quite a while now. And there were lots of walks and sunset-watching thrown in as well. 🙂
OHHHHH! Haha. For an introvert, any rest is kindling for the creative fires. ❤
That looks like an amazing location, and having just returned from a spring break getaway involving a yurt and a cabin, I can appreciate the importance of getting away for a short while.
It was! Can’t wait to hear about the yurt…