These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
In praise of alone time
Tomorrow I don't want to talk to anyone. I want my alone time. It's my time to recharge, refresh, and get ready for the new week.
I love my alone time. I am greedy and possessive of it.
The coworker who has been having all the marital problems is getting a divorce (but since she and her husband are still living together, I'll believe it when I see it) and wants to spend time with me. During work. After work. On the weekends.
I don't want to spend time with her. But I'm stymied when she asks what I'm doing instead. It sounds so anti-social to say, "I'm not doing anything. I just want my alone time."
I want to read. I want to watch TV (especially Crosstown Classic: Game 3). I want to nap on the sofa (which always feels a little decadent to me). Maybe I want to sort my books and clothes. I want to be on my own.
I love my alone time. I need my alone time. It clears my head and keeps me strong.
I value alone time too. For me it's when dh leaves for work and the kids go to school. Until 2pm I'm in heaven doing what I want, which is write.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how much your co-worker will press but can you leave it with a vague, "Oh, I've made plans this weekend. Maybe another time?"
Good luck.