When I'm lucky, I get two of these a week. These all-too-brief respites of quiescence. I've come to understand how much I look forward to them, without even knowing it; how much I need them. To recover, to rejuvenate, to reflect. To define myself. To remind myself of who I think I am. Who I want to believe I am. To try and become the man I want to be. The essence of Me-time.
As with most things, I feel I squander it too often. Washing myself down the drain. It isn't enough to simply relax, though that is definitely part of it; resting in preparation for the week ahead. Once more unto the breach..., etc. But Quiet and Alone come too rarely to be wasted on mere relaxation. They are worth so much more than that.
Who are you, when you're by yourself?
When all you have to do, is be, what will you do?
Character, is who you are, in the dark.
It's time for my time.
And I know what to do with it.
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