Hi. I’m sick. And not the “cough cough” “achoo achoo” “oh, poor baby” sick. No, I’m the crawl-into-bed want-my-mommy-to-bring-me-chicken-noodle-soup-and-rub-my-back kind of sick. This kind of sickness doesn’t hit me frequently, but when it does, it tries to knock me flat on the floor.
I have worked very hard to achieve my independence. As a woman, I am proud to say I am comfortable with being left in my own company. I am all right staying home on a Friday night, watching bad TV, by myself. I have never been more comfortably spontaneous in my life. Living free, with no restrictions or social obligations. I come and go as I please. I make plans, break plans, and choose what I want to do and whom I want to do it with. I report to no one.
