As a kid, my favorite place to hide was under the covers. I’d take a flashlight and a book to bed. I relished the solitude of my own little world.
There are times now – as an adult – that I still need to hide. But not from my parents. Well, not just from my parents – from everyone! From phone calls…friends…responsibilities…work. I call it “going into the bunker.”
I don’t go often. But when I do go “in the bunker” it’s like taking a day-long vacation from my life. And when I come out – back into the world – I’m refreshed. I’m more eager to participate in just about anything.
I find that after taking time to just be with myself, it’s easier to be with others. To do FOR them. To give them whatever they need.
I’m lucky. I can “go in the bunker” practically any time I want. It’s easy for me to check out of my real life for a day because I live alone, don’t have kids, and am generally a responsible sort of person.
I know that not everyone has that luxury. But I think we all find our own ways to “drop out of life” when we need to. My girlfriend hits a local spa. My athletic friends go for a run. My sister leaves the kids with her husband and goes shopping; she doesn’t’ buy anything she just “shops.” It’s really all the same thing. A time when we can be alone with our thoughts — uninterrupted – or without any thoughts at all. A time to decompress.
In the heat of battle, soldiers dive into bunkers to protect themselves from incoming enemy fire. I contend that us civilians need bunkers of our own.