On Getting out of the House

This weekend I had several invitations of fun things to do. I just didn't feel like it. Almost every evening, my left foot is swollen like a football -- at least it is if I've done anything thing that day. If I sit all day with my feet propped up, it's not bad. However, that lifestyle is counterproductive to my making sure to get in thirty minutes (minimum) of exercise every day. If I have to choose between blowing off a good time or my commitment to daily exercise, I'm going to skip the good time. So I didn't go to my Friday event and I was on the fence about a Sunday event. I have to admit, by noon today I was going stir-crazy. I had finished all my grading and was tired of sitting around my house. At 3:00, I texted my friend and told her I would meet her at the venue. I figured some music, a beer, and a bite would do me good.

As I got ready to go, I did what I often do: I made excuses for why I couldn't make it. Even as I got dressed, put on make-up, and even as I drove there, I was making excuses. I think when I was within ten minutes of the place (which was about a half hour away), I finally stopped and accepted that I was going. This is a weird thing I do in many situations, whether it be going to work, going to the gym, or heading out for fun with friends. It wouldn't be so weird if I actually used the excuses and didn't go. What's weird it that I continue to come up with them even as I drive myself to my destination. I always have a good time (or achieve good results, depending on the purpose of the drive), but virtually every time I leave my house I think of reasons why I shouldn't. It's just crazy.

Anyway, my insanity aside, I had a great time. The music was average, the same 80s tunes you're likely to hear at most beach venues or open mic nights. But the company was fantastic, and my friends and I caught up on a month's worth of news in each other's lives. I enjoyed 2 1/2 Coronas (I wasn't really digging beer after the second, so I didn't drink more than a few sips of the third) and a steak taco, but the best part was getting off my ass and out of the house. I can only look at these walls (or, in a few cases, lack of walls) for so long before I reach a breaking point. I'm glad I've been developing a bigger friend base so I have people to do things with and whose company I enjoy. It's only 7:30 and I'm already in my pajamas! Being out for a few hours has made my cozy house (despite its current hollowed-out state) much more appealing. Good night : )