Some say its sad, I couldn't be happier

Its Saturday Night. The time, 715. I just finished dinner--well, what I can eat for dinner. Music is playing in the background and a Thrashers game is playing on silent (they are losing 3-1 already, but what can you do!)

We finished up Women's Retreat, which was wonderful for those of you wondering. After everyone left I found myself sitting outside in the wanna-be spring sun reading from a wonderful book. I then immediately put on sweat pants and a sweat shirt and did one of the things I love most--cleaned. I honestly find it relaxing. From there, I laid on the couch for a while just reflecting on the weekend and the teachings. I don't have a care in the world and its just nice to be home.

There are a few things I could do tonight--options to hang out, even thought of going to B'ham tonight to see a friend. Many will read this (or actually, few will read this, but many would think if they read this) that a Saturday night like this is boring and unpopular. I couldn't be happier. They might call me lame or even old, which I'm only slightly offended by, but I'm being honest. There is no where I'd rather be than right here. Although the thought of spending time with some people I love and care about is appealing, spending time alone is on the top of my life. I love being alone, free, independent. Its a perfect Saturday night.

So I'll cut this blog short--instead of wasting my time on this worthless computer (yup, I said it--I love my computer, I really do. But I find myself not using it very much, same with my phone) I'd rather spend my night being sucked into the story of a writer, wrapped up in a blanket with a lamp overhead. That to me, sounds ideal. Until next time my friends, blessings.