I planned and planned and planned to go for a walk at 4pm, kept checking the weather forecast and looking out the window. Yep, still dry. Yep, no rain forecast.
The second I step out the front door, what happens? Rain.
Actually, that’s not exactly true because it was more annoying than that. It started raining 10 minutes into my walk. 10 minutes in is annoying because at 10 minutes in to a walk, you’re committed to that walk.
You’re in. You’re doing it. You’re on it. If it starts raining 2 minutes in, fine, you turn round and go back. But I had to make a decision as to how committed I was to this walk.
Was I too far away from home to turn back now? Will the rain pass? Should I pack it in and turnaround and, more importantly, should I cross the road first so that I don’t just turn 180 degrees on the spot and look like a nut case?
Well, I did turn around because the clouds were getting darker and the rain heavier. Annoying.
So, I came home and wrote this blog post instead.
I love my walks because I work from home and it’s how I escape ‘the office’ environment. I usually go for 45-60 minutes and was really looking forward to it today because I had a stuffy head.
Had I been stuck inside all weekend though, it would have been worse. As it was I spent the weekend with friends and it was good. Surprisingly so. I think it’s because I tried to adjust.
I’ve had the feeling sometimes that my friends, with their spouses and their kids and their mortgages and their careers, are leaving me behind. So I asked them about these things. But I did it genuinely.
I talked about the things they’d be interested in as well, like my 1 year old niece. Potential Christmas gifts for her, what they bought theirs and so on.
I really listened to their answers and asked relevant follow up questions. I’ve just realised I sound like I’m talking about job interview techniques.
Sure, I talked with the lads about football and the usual daft things we discuss but I made the extra effort to widen the topic range, particularly with people’s partners who, let’s face it, you are only friends with because they are in a relationship with your actual friend.
But it was worth it, I think. Everyone seemed to have fun. I even tried briefly interacting with their kids, but I do mean brief – I haven’t undergone a complete personality transplant.
Perhaps that’s what I’ll have to do from now on. I don’t mind. It wasn’t so painful.
I was invited to some carol singing event in a few weeks but it was a classic ‘wife/girlfriend wants to go, so husband/boyfriend is being dragged along so they can be a couple’ and I so would have been the seventh wheel. So I declined but I did agree to meet them all afterwards for dinner and drinks.
Dinner and drinks is much less seventh wheelie. Would I have been invited if I hadn’t been quite so chatty about kids and other stuff? I guess we’ll never know but it’s possible.
Maybe this is what I have to do to survive. Resisting the temptation of going kicking and screaming into adulthood.
I guess this is how I evolve.
I guess this is growing up.