Three, two, one … ready or not, here I come!
Playing hide and seek with a small child requires some acting. When it’s your turn to seek, you might see the curtains wriggle a little bit. You might hear giggling coming from behind a chair. There will be a tell-tale lump under the duvet.
I’ve been hiding. I’ve taken a break from writing for a few weeks. I needed to step away from my blog, lean back a little bit and do something else. I got together with a few of my friends. I indulged in movies, live shows, and some reading. My husband and I started binge-watching a show.
The midterm elections were … intense! The negative ads on TV were relentless. Tensions flared on social media, where a local school referendum was hotly debated. I saw people I love and care about argue with each other on Facebook and saying nasty things. Politics got personal.
So I hid.
Intentionally, I backed away from the noise and the hostility. I have a tendency to be like a sponge, soaking in all the negativity like a delicious poison. So I turned off the TV, muted certain feeds on Facebook, and made the decision to distract myself.
I’m not sure adults are really supposed to play hide and seek. I think we are expected to leave those childish games behind. But hiding is a way of carving out dark spaces that barely afford you enough room to turn around. You contort yourself, squeeze yourself in, and wait in silence. Part of you hopes they never find you. But part of you waits, knowing you can’t stay hidden forever.
There you are! I found you!
The best part of playing hide and seek is the finding. The elections are over, the rhetoric is silenced, and I’m quietly peeking out from behind the curtains, ready to rejoin a bit of reality.