Cloistered. Bothered by no one.

So many things I like to do alone. Writing. Walking. Thinking. My most favorite pastimes are done alone. Away from other people. In quiet. In peace. In solitude. Of course, I do many, many things with my Italian true love. But every day I need alone time. And so does she. That’s a vital part of life. The enjoyment of being alone. Of not always having to be in the presence of another. Time to reflect. To get inside one’s own being. Into one’s soul and spirit. Yes, I want to be with other people, too. But not all the time. I need breaks. Virtually every day. Cloistered. Bothered by no one. At times in my life, I lived alone. That posed no serious problems. I adapted.  Adjusted. And made it all pleasurable. –Jim Broede