When I was younger, pre children, I loved sleeping in on weekends.

Back then, people with pamphlets loved knocking on doors on Saturday mornings.

They were persistent, annoying and difficult to get rid of once I let them in.

I answered the door because the knocking caused a spike in my nervous system.

Who could it be? What do they want? Did something happen? Is it someone I know? Does someone need help?

This was my internal monologue as the anxious energy mobilized itself within my body.

The conversations eventually unravelled and became strained. Finally rid of the the people with the pamphlets, I would be tense and weary. It would be difficult to get back to sleep.

Letting these folks in and listening to their stories did little for me.

Eventually, I peek out the window and see who was there before opening the door.

When I saw the people with the pamphlets, I would leave. If they saw me, I would make dismissive gestures and say ‘shoo’.

I likely could have been more polite.

I decided again…