My favourite day of the week is Saturday right now – for the mere fact that it means I don’t have to work.
My favourite day of the week when I was a child used to be Sunday – it was the only day that I ever had the house to myself and I adored the solitude.
There was a time when I lived by myself that my favourite day was every day. The freedom was almost intoxicating. I could do things on my own schedule. I could – and did – keep strange hours without the worry that I’d be disturbing anyone (my poor neighbours).
When I was in school, there was a period of time when I’d come home from school and fall asleep almost immediately. I’d wake after dark and take cat-naps throughout the night when I felt a little tired.
I adored the solitude. It was amazing to be able to just sit and study or read or make myself a snack without interacting with anyone else. That sounds cold, doesn’t it? I suppose I was fairly cold at the time. A few hours of interaction with my family was about all I could handle before becoming irritable – I was a cranky teenager.
I’m better now. But I will always love solitude. I rarely crave company unless I’ve been alone for an extended amount of time. But I often do wish I had a little place all to myself to sit and just be.