Where I’m Supposed To Be

If Karma is a bitch, well I’m here to tell you it can also be sweet as candy.  I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be right now.  It’s quiet except for other people doing their things all around the condos.  That is insignificant.  I see marshland, boardwalk and yes, fir trees!  Only in the Pacific Northwest would this be possible.

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Let me first pay homage where it belongs and that is to my dear husband of thirty two years, understanding my need for zen time.  If I were of evil character, perhaps I’d be having some stupidly illicit affair.  I’ve never been cut from that cloth however.  All I seek is things my way and the only way to achieve that is by being alone. 

There’s no TV on right now.  Sigh!  Therefore no news and all the comments that go forth from any story.  Quiet.  I ate frozen Lean Cuisine Spaghetti because I love spaghetti yet can never eat it because Jim can’t stand it.  When I do sneak some in, then I have “spaghetti breath”.  Ah yes, always something.  But not tonight when I can do as I choose.  No TV, some wine, door opened to the sounds of waves in the distance.  I know it can’t be about me all the time.  The fact that I can be free to enjoy this by myself is just what the doctor ordered.  Indeed, when I left home, the neighbor had some machinery whirring way above the sound of the TV.  I was glad to leave that behind.

Love my silent “me” time.  I think I’ve earned it.  Eh?

About andreamarjulie

Just trying to navigate a life circumvented by chronic migraines. Sometimes I write about managing with those, but at other times I am prone to deviate a bit.
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