Once upon a time, in January of this year, I was a fairly reliable correspondent. If you sent me an email or text, I’d respond quickly. I checked my voicemail (which I hate, but that’s for another post) and called people back. Over the last few months, I have become a terrible correspondent.
Partially, I’ve been focusing on myself to a degree that I haven’t in the past. Also, I’ve found interactions draining. I’m doing much better mentally than I was earlier this year, but that’s also because I’ve stopped running myself ragged trying to be a people-pleaser. I’ve also given up being relentlessly upbeat when I don’t feel that way. My energy is different now.
I feel a strange mix of guilt and contentment with this situation. It’s something that I’m still working through. A good topic for therapy.