Painting the Town Red

My therapist wants me to get out more, so the latest project that I have in my off hours has been to find things to do that aren’t reading or writing. Saturday night it actually created an inner conflict—go out and possibly meet people, or stay home and feel fulfilled with words?

It’s true that we need to branch out, but there is only so much energy that can entertain this. I have to work with high-maintenance people all day, and then I am expected to interact with them two nights a week, which seems to be asking a bit much. Still, I strive to get out, see people, whether I want to be noticed or not.

It’s an odd thing not to relax on Saturday night because your doctor tells you to go out. My challenge has been to find a place that isn’t a bar and isn’t an intellectual snob fest either—where others with a healthy curiousity like myself can camp.

Other than a fitness club, which is on my list.

I’m keeping my eyes open.