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avatar 36/8 1/2 hours days weeks…

i am a firm believer that everyone should have their own space.

room.

closet.

car.

you know, a pair of UGG boots big enough to crawl into.

i believe that everyone should be able to get away, if only – if only – for a few moments.

to breathe.

to meditate.

to write.

to cry. to imagine. to make-believe.

to dream.

to get away from someone (husband, spouse, partner, friend, child, pet, imaginary friend) that is annoying the shit out of you – if only ONLY for a mere few seconds.

and this morning, i too decided to get away. if only for a moment. not far mind you, just a hop skip and a jump from the bedroom.

at this very moment, right now, i am in my room. my very own room. at my desk. my very own desk. typing away at my own MAC computer with my own password and pin-code and no one, not one soul – well, with the exception of a few hackers – can get into. i am trying to keep a happy face smile plastered as I type these words.

i have my own room.

i’m gonna say it one more time.

I HAVE MY OWN ROOM.

and at this very moment, right now, because 24/7 doesn’t seem to be enough time together – ken is sitting on the floor, indian style, a HAMMER IN HAND, pounding the living shit out of the wooden frame that holds the futon that is in MY ROOM – he is pounding. i smile. i type. i don’t look up at him. i can’t. i pop a tylenol for headaches and think bad thoughts, and type. apparently, maria (our friend) told ken that the frame was broken, and so… today, TODAY, this day, as i sit in my room, at my desk, trying to write, my sweet kind gorgeous ken is right there – RIGHT THERE – A BLINK AWAY – with me.

i want everyone to repeat after me:

RETIREMENT IS NOT FUN.

okay, one more time:

retirement is not fun.

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7 Responses to “36/8 1/2 hours days weeks…”

  1. avatar
    Amy Wise

    Okay I officially love this early morning giggle! Thank you!! Hugs and love woman! Amy

  2. avatar
    Madge Woods

    I have my own space 24/7 and have had it for over 20 years. I LOVE MY SPACE. People are only invited into my space when I want it. Can you say I LOVE MY SPACE?

    Sharing is not easy anymore for me. It once was so wonderful and then it wasn’t. I love making all my own decisions about my space. I can paint it what I want, I can decorate it the way I want and I can not make my bed (I only make it when company is coming and staying in it.

  3. avatar
    rduron

    Do I have to feel like shit cause I am a man?
    I DON”T!

  4. avatar
    Barbara@TheMiddleAges

    No, not anti-man, rduron, but pro clean, quiet, introspective moments. For everyone. Amy is the most pro-husband/man woman I’ve read. But Amy, you also understand what keeps us balanced. Getting filled up on others, filling them up, then retreating and breathing our own quiet space, then coming back ready and thrilled to fill up on others again. Beautiful, healthy, spiritual circle.
    xo B

  5. avatar
    Hollye Dexter

    I feel ya sister. I haven’t been to the bathroom alone in five years.

  6. avatar
    Krista

    Blessings on you all.

    K.

  7. avatar
    Maxee

    Okay! Now you’ve gone and done it. You made me literally ‘laugh out loud’. I am so grateful for that. I haven’t laughed or been happy for over a week now, but you did it. So thank you Amy,…..Thank You!
    And can I relate to this?……OMG!!!! Can I ever! I LOVE my alone time and my own space where I can choose, decide, problem solve, create, dream, think, and just ‘be’……all by myself. With no interruptions or distractions.
    Let’s put up a “Do Not Disturb” sign and lock the door. LOL


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