I hide in the kitchen, extending the time it takes to do dishes. No one comes in during that time. This is the only way I can eat Ben & Jerry’s without having to serve the entire family something I think they shouldn’t eat. I’m not saying this make sense. I hide at the library, and have quiet time to think through my plans, write a bit and drop away from phone-ville. No small talk with acquaintances. I hide because everyone who finds me seems to need something from me. I like to be selfish sometimes. I need to be selfish sometimes, so I hide. I also hide at park-n-rides, and sleep better in the driver’s seat than any attempts at home. Is this what happens to all work-from-home homemakers, I wonder? When home is a circus of doing and every other place is an office? When it feels like I have no place to rest, I run away and join a traveling side flow. Hiding in plain sight.
It’s okay… as long as you don’t find me.