Give me breaks. Away. Away. Away.

I didn’t live alone. For the first 20-some years of my life. Growing up in a family. And then at college. And finally, in the Army. Always someone around. Then I was set free. As I earned a living. As a writer. And it was a delightful experience. Living alone. For significant numbers of hours. Daily. It was relaxing. I wasn’t lonely. Instead, I was in an environs. That allowed me more time to reflect. To muse. To dig deeper into my inner being. Ah, the benefits of solitude. Opportunities. To get away. By myself. Uninterrupted.  As if a burden were lifted off my shoulders. Strange, isn’t it? Of course, I enjoy being with people. But I need breaks. Away. Away. Away. --Jim Broede