Rest, Isolation, or Both?

Sometimes I wonder if there is fine line between isolation and just wanting to rest. There might be for me. I ran two flu clinics today, with a few hours in between each. I went home, wrote and rested after the first clinic. The second clinic was in the same town where my nephew and my sister-in-law live. I haven't seen them in way too long and actually want to see them, see how they're doing and chat with my nephew's mother. My second clinic would be over around dinner time, and if I texted her early and asked her to meet me for dinner I know she would more than likely agree. I didn't. I decided to wait until after the clinic and see how I felt afterward. Would I have the energy? I knew that I wanted to see them and talking with her would probably be uplifting.

I finished my clinic and decided against contacting them. I am tired. I am drained. I also stopped at a café to write and get caffeine before going home. And also because I may be afraid to go home. It may be that I just want to dive into bed and cover myself completely...gone and away for the evening.

Maybe I should have called her. The thing is that if they were to walk into this café right here right now, I would be so happy to see them. I would be elated, and we would talk and laugh and have a great evening. Then I would go home and rest, feeling so much better about it all.

That is probably what I need tonight...but I don't have the energy to make the call...or the text...or any move. I have seen other people do this. I have reached out to friends and offered my companionship and conversation whenever they need it. I have found out months later that they struggled through a tough time and never called me...they went through it alone...isolated. They didn't have it in them to make the call, but if I would have called they would have shared. I know how they felt. Sometimes you need to reach out, but everything feels way too heavy.