Meadow
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I had a rare gift fall in my lap this weekend. The gift of solitude. I didn't plan it. The circumstances of my life just fell into place with my loved ones. Everyone had other plans. This is an event that only happens once in a blue moon. My husband is on a fishing trip with my son, brothers and friends. My daughter is caught up in the single scene in the city. And my brother is diligently working on his sailboat.
Sometimes I just need to be alone. To hear myself think. To plan and dream. Write in my journal without interruption. I'm sure I'll be listening for footsteps coming up the steps by Sunday evening. I'll be looking forward to hearing about how my husband's weekend went. But for now, this is heaven. Doesn't everyone need to be alone sometimes?