Becoming TOO Absorbed

On Friday night, I had an extra late night and then found that I couldn’t sleep. For various reasons (which you’ll find out about later in this post) I tossed and turned for hours. I considered getting up and making a cup of tea at 4.30am and possibily starting the day, but I didn’t, and that’s when I finally fell asleep.

But I was awake again at 6.30am. I knew there would be no more sleep, so I left my bed. My head felt groggy (almost hungover), my eyes ached and I had the slight beginnings of a headache. So imagine my surprise when I ended up having a very productive day!

That’s right. I got so much done in the next 15 hours that it left me grinning from ear to ear. For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been researching my family tree for some years now and on the Friday night I found a family member I never knew I had. We exchanged about 38 emails in a few short hours, we exchanged family tree files (this means that I had about 87 new people to add to my own files), photos and news. It was great! Anyway, I spent several hours updating my family tree programme on the Saturday morning.

Then, in the afternoon, I decided that it was time to give myself a break so I turned to the edit of my Cat’s Eyes manuscript. Hours passed. Before I knew it, it was 9.30pm and I only had three pages (the final, short chapter) left to edit. I took a break. It was at this time that I discovered that my partner was feeling rather neglected and lonely. He has always been supportive of my “activities” and generally enjoys his own time to do his activities, however, yesterday he felt abandoned. Oops!

This is the danger when becoming too absorbed in what we are doing. We write, we escape, but our family doesn’t see it that way. Needless to say, those last three pages didn’t get done. *sigh* I had to do some crawling and spend some quality time with G. Don’t read this the wrong way, G is the most supportive person I have in my life. He encourages me to write. He encourages me … in everthing. But that doesn’t mean that I have the right to forget about him and leave him on his own all day. And even after doing this, he said, “It’s alright, but I’m glad you don’t do that every weekend.”

*Mental note to self* Remember to go and harrass G on a regular basis, in the future, so that he’ll be glad to see the back of me when I escape into the computer. 😉

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