Today I am much enjoying the tranquility of solitude. I know I am probably in the minority when I confess that in my opinion being alone is probably one of life's greatest pleasures. Now in no way get me wrong, I enjoy fussing over my daughter and husband as much as the next girl, nevertheless a few quiet moments of solitude are so few and far between, that I relish each and everyone that I'm able to steal in my hectic life. It is during days such as this, that I'm actually made quite aware of just how much time I do spend with other people. Whether it be with a close friend or member of my immediate family, it seems that almost all days I find myself caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
I've been labeled a 'social-butterfly' on more than one occasion. I can't help but wonder do I really life up to the definition of that word? Do I flutter from friend to friend, social situation to social situation so much that it's only on days like this that I start to allow myself to realize it? Am I really so busy living my life with all the friends and family that come and go that I forget to take time for myself? Is that why moments like this are so precious?
Things are finally starting to reach some sort of normality at work. Misty and I are both having a much easier time scheduling our days off to accommodate our partners. I can't help but wonder at times if perhaps maybe just once a month I should take a day for just me, a day when I know Adam will be at work and Abbey will be at my in-laws. I can't even fathom the idea. As it spins around in my head looking for a place to settle, I can't help but be overcome by a sense of guilt for having even began to consider it.
For now I'll just enjoy the few private moments I'm able to steal for myself... after all any woman in any form of relationship will have to admit that solitude is a luxury we can never seem to obtain.
