I’ve heard that introverts are going to suffer the most in the post-pandemic world because we’ve spent that last year saying, as soon as this thing is over…
And, we’ll want to get together with folks, see loved one, be in community. It just won’t energize us.
March Madness started this week (in case none of your loved ones are bracket-obsessed right now). My brother-in-law loves his Tarheels. He texted Thursday night, “Y’all wanna come over and watch the UNC game on Friday?”
He and his family moved here to Michigan right before the pandemic, and I know game days are meant for sharing. My boys are sports obsessed, and I like the traditions of March Madness (even if I don’t love college athletics as a whole).
“Sure. We’re in,” I responded. I sat my phone down. Walked away. Sat on the couch.
It’s been a long week. Five after school meetings. Long days. Midterm grades are due. Am I sure I want a Friday night commitment? I asked myself.
Throughout the day on Friday, I taught. I forced myself to lesson plan on my planning period. I thought about the grading I needed to finish before progress reports. I knew I’d be working over the weekend. Am I sure I want a Friday night commitment? I asked myself again and again.
I’m not sure why I asked. I knew my answer. Once I say I’ll do something, I’ll do it. I blame my dad for that (although it’s probably both my parent’s fault).
After school, I took the doggo for a run. After the run, I felt more relaxed, but I still wanted to sit and stare at the wall for a few minutes. I celebrated that at least on Friday afternoon, I didn’t have to log into a Zoom call.
Finally, it was almost time for tipoff. I swung by our corner pizza shop to pick up dinner and headed over to my brother-in-law’s for the game. And it was fun. The pizza was hot and greasy. We had a chance to cheer and groan. We talked about the various controversies in the sporting world. It was a good time and a nice way to unwind after a long week (even if his Tarheels got run out of the gym).
I know the terms introvert and extrovert are too binary to be accurate. I’m not really either of them, but I do want to be a bit more protective of my weekends. I need a little unscheduled time at home. It feels good this morning to not bounce out of bed as soon as my eyes opened, to eschew an alarm, to linger over a cup of coffee. I hope you got to as well.
[Oh, and my dogs informed me that they are the ones who will really suffer when we’re all super busy post-pandemic.]