I don’t often get to enjoy silence/soliitariety, and when I do it’s like I don’t know what to do with myself. (And yes, I did have to look that word up because I spelled it wrong & it was driving me crazy, and now it looks even weirder. And prepare yourself, I’m going to use it a lot since I had to look it up. hehe) So what do I choose to do with my morning of soliitariety? Write a blog post about being alone…wow…inspiring. I actually get 3 mornings of soliitariety this week because of various activities the children have going on, the fact that we STILL only have one vehicle, and that I have the greatest husband on the planet who will be shuttling the kids to & from said activities. My plans to fill my soliitariety consist of exercise, reading, catching up on housework, dancing like a weirdo to some dubstep, ya know…the usual. So far, all I’ve done is wander aimlessly through the house, talk on the phone, and read. Well, I guess I accomplished one thing on my list.
Oh, and just in case you were questioning my use of the word soliitariety…here’s the definition:
Sol`ii*ta*ri”e*ty\, n. The state of being solitary; solitariness.[Obs.] –Cudworth.