9am. Recalling times passed. Alone. With a great cup’o’tea.
I love my time with me. It is my moment of truth. It’s the time that I think the most.
Sometimes I’m a hero, sometimes I’m my worst enemy, but my alone time is when I analyze myself and decide which is which.
If there is anything I can wish for 2010, it is that I make more alone time, and that I make the best of it.
