Solitary Interlude
The luxury of time alone.
No lapses for which to atone.
No tasks assigned. No obligations.
Only personal tribulations.
No one to answer to or for.
A bolted gate. A locked front door.
No need to dress or comb my hair.
Leaving my room, no one is there.
Company is glorious,
but, alas, laborious.
The same is true of visiting.
A bird that’s always on the wing
has no time to enjoy her nest.
I leave it up to you what’s best—
company or solitude?
Activity or quietude?
I am no hermit. I crave no den.
I love the places where I’ve been.
A bit of each is what I’d choose.
Sometimes one and sometimes twos.
But as for now, I must declare,
my guest room empty with no one there
gives me the perfect company:
one-on-one, myself and me.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Yes indeed ..fun be yourself.
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I really like it, but why does it sound so familiar~? Maybe it is because this is what like too, until I get lonely~! Then I start calling friends or writing too much~! Maybe I can put it in that “like file” and some day post it as my own, when you forgot that you wrote it~!!
SAM
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There’s something about coming home after a busy vacation — alone feels best!
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Just being able to get completely into your own life again.
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Yes, choosing our own company is desirable sometimes.
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Such truth in your words.
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Nicely expressed ambivalence
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Well put.
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Yes, I do love some alone time!
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Absolutely necessary. It is nourishment.
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