It's a Friday night and am sitting here watching good bad TV(yes, that's a thing) and wondering what it will take for me to learn the Joys of Solitude. The TV is off now so I can write better and have a moment. A moment full of what the hell is going on in my head? I feel good sitting here in my perfectly cooled room snuggled under the covers typing away but something is missing . My room is very close to to where I would like it to be cozy with oodles of me everywhere but there are loose ends like the framed poster still waiting to be put up. My life is also very close to where I would like it to be but just like the poster, some thing's are still undone. My life is right now just beyond the reach of perfection. If you had asked me a year earlier I would have said that I would not have been able to do this and this was what I wanted most in the world. Love lost and gained making my head swirl in delirious circles. Oh what I would give to have some of my past back again ...