Some days I think my ideal life would be as a hermit. I am so tired of people and having the fake smile plastered on my face. I try to be as real as I can to everyone I meet, but there comes a time when professionalism must reign over my real mood. Many people probably don’t want to hear what I’m really thinking, because at this point in my week, there might be some expletives involved. I am tired.
I am an introvert. I reenergize from time spent alone. While I love time spent with friends, and a coffee date with one is often just what I need, my true recharging comes from solitude. I am thankful for quiet mornings that often give me just enough to get me through the day; however, I am to the point where I feel I need a whole month to completely refuel.
So although I know it can’t happen, I will dream of days and days of uninterrupted time spent cuddled under a blanket, never-ending supply of coffee in hand (without the crazy buzz), inspiring music in the background, and solitude.
- Comfy couch, cozy blanket, and a journal… all I need
Ah…..