I did mean to go out…

Every morning when I sit at my desk in my living room, I plan to ensure I get out into the sun or whatever weather and stroll about. I plan to take my elderly pooches. I plan it and I’m determined. It’s not happening and it’s odd.

I’ve always enjoyed getting out. There are trees, trees and more trees here. Quite a bit of wind, variable skies and I like it. I also enjoy taking my elderly pooches for a ramble. So why aren’t I?

I am an introverted (mainly)/ extrovert (minorly) and do enjoy listening to people’s stories and talking. I love watching my waggers meet their friends and be all sociable. What I have found in listening to those I provide support to is that people seem to be closing down and not using services as much as previously. Others are reaching out. What is this enforced separation doing to our psyches? I know a lot of people have been thinking and wondering about that and writing about mental health.

I’m not sure though. I know in winter we tend to hibernate more, go out less, not be quite as social. It feels like that. Doesn’t help that it has been a particularly cold autumn and it is toasty inside. It feels quite a bit like winter hibernation. Perhaps it is just that.

However, come rain, hail or shine (okay, not rain or hail or bitterly cold wind), I WILL go out tomorrow!