My Leo - hear him roar? er...talk. A lot.

Sometimes it's exhausting living with a Leo. It's been a long day at work and all, and you get home exhausted and all you want to do is read some stuff on the computer, or relax with a book and a cup of tea, or even an interesting TV show. But in comes Leo, the epicenter of the universe (at least his universe, anyway) and now your job is to sit in rapt attention at his feet while he regales you with heroic tales of his exploits at work.

And as your eyes begin to glaze, or you stare longingly at your book/computer/tv, you start to feel bad for not being interested in how heroic he is in his story.


Okay, so I'm being a bit dramatic. But I'm busy, and I need time to unwind. And I love reading and learning about new things. And there's just not enough time in my life to do everything I would love to do. And it shouldn't be this way (yes, that was me being a victim)

Okay, I think I'm done now.

I also think that mostly, I need to find a way to relax and refresh myself in a solitary manner - in nature, or closed into the spare room with a book or my computer. I need to refresh my tolerance for the world, because after being in a busy, noisy mall all day (especially when my boss is stressed about stuff, which happens fairly easily) it's hard to want to be around other people who don't refresh my soul.

My Leo doesn't understand the quiet and stillness needed to refresh my soul. Or rather he doesn't understand WHY I need that - he rejuvenates himself with noise and people and one-upping others, and he relaxes himself with smoking and alcohol. He doesn't understand why I hate the constant traffic outside our window, or the joys that can be had by working in a garden and watching patiently while things grow. And because he doesn't get it, I am going to have to work very hard at not just letting it slide. I need MY time, away from all of it, so I can feed my soul.