i wonder why i like to hibernate.

it is funny that when faced with physical ailments or even psychological ones for that matter, all we want to do is curl up in a ball and have a little time to ourselves.

i guess i've never really thought about it before. i wonder why it is so comforting? is it some sort of primitive coping mechanism our cavegirl ancestors used long ago that has somehow passed along through time? or maybe it's an act that takes us back to our time in the womb when life was warm and grand? ah, i bet that's it!

i know we don't remember back that far, but think about it. when we feel insecure, when we feel sick, when we feel physcially or emotionally off kilter, we hide under big blankets with only our eyes peeping out. we make our bodies as tiny as possible and treat ourselves to whatever sounds good to eat - be it chocolate or chicken soup. and isn't that what we did in the womb? back in the day, we were teeny tiny, warm, content, and made our mothers eat whatever it is that we wanted at that. exact. moment. (can i get an 'amen' from the mamas out there?)

maybe it's the mom in me and the fact that i've grown 2 children in my belly. but when i feel sick or just need a little 'super jane' time, i revert back to the time my life first began when all was right with the world and attempt to capture that feeling once again.