I claim down time.  I claim it as long as I need it.  Licking wounds, cocooning, hiding–whatever anyone would label it.  I just grasp and sit in times when I don’t want to make extra effort to be around people. 

Sometimes it is people who know me, and I guess I don’t want to be distracted assuming what they are thinking of me.  Certainly it is not my business, and massively less than I believe they think of me.  But it is distracting.

I don’t share myself well.  I never thought of myself as a perfectionist, but I do certainly get out of whack if I make a mistake.  At those times, I want to stay close to nature.  Trees don’t judge.  Bushes are very neutral and allowing.  Grass is busy being infinitely persistent and persevering.

And my Dad–gone now for years–says to lighten up, keep flying and enjoy the ride.