Time Alone

I was asked to participate in two events on a Saturday.  They were the same day as the Women’s March, so I declined.  Attending marches has been my priority, going back to Washington, DC years ago.

Three days before the March, I was reflecting on my commitments, which I accept full responsibility for.  Work, meetings, mixers, lunches.  I decided I wanted a day for myself.  I informed my friends I would not be joining them for the March.

I spent Saturday by myself.  It was worth it.