If my mother were still here, she’d be pleased. She always complained that I was never at home, and never alone. When I was young I never saw the attraction of either. . .of course I was busy, there were so many places to go, things to see, and people to meet.
I was a human, doing.
I have since learned the pleasure of my own company, time spent with a few close friends, and that of staying at home. And I must admit, I like this slower pace.
Part of it is the pleasure of being on my own schedule and getting to do things at My leisure. The other part is since there’s so much traffic here, I must seriously consider whether I want to go somewhere, or do something if I don’t have to.
After all, there’s always mañana.
I’ve become a human, being.