I've been flipping through the pages of my
life, wondering how I got to the place I am today, stopping short of
wishing to start over.
I have chosen a simple life. My daughter
is my best friend. I live alone, but I'm not lonely. When part of a
group activity, I know I'd be more comfortable in the company of only
two or three people. The busy-ness of many, and the noise they create,
even in happiness, are incentives to look for a quiet space away from
them.
I have acquaintances who cannot sit still,
who cannot tolerate being alone. Their schedule of places to be and
social events to attend takes my breath away. And I thank God it's
their agenda, not mine.
I remember that it's only in my shoes that I'm comfortable.
