I have always said that if I had to do a bid, that the best thing that could ever happen to me would be to get put in “the hole”. If you ask most ex-cons, they’ll tell you that solitary confinement is one of the worst forms of torture – trapped in a tiny ass room, not knowing the day/time. For most, it’s enough to drive a person nuts. Still I always maintain that for me, keeping me in general population forever is absolutely unbearable.

It may be the only child in me, the one that has always been used to keeping herself company, but it’s one of the things about me that drives other people nuts. I have to take several days a year to spend in complete solitude. I remember “Creasy” saying that before he got to know me, he thought that I was bi-polar. In college, when he and his friends used to come visit – I’d go back into my room and close my door. It was such a complete 180 degree turn from my silly, lovable self that it was unnerving. My roommates thought that I was mean (and possibly schizophrenic) at first. But then, when they realized that I wasn’t angry or depressed – that I was just BEING, they all chalked it up to being one of my idiosyncrasies.

On Friday, everybody and their grandma asked me what I had going on for the weekend. At first, I wasn’t sure. As my social calendar started to fill with invitations and my phone/text messages started to blow up, I realized that the only thing I wanted to do…was me. So I did. Friday evening was a chill one – me, myself and my margarita(s). I locked myself in my bedroom (the one that I’m still redecorating) and took everything in.

Saturday, I woke up with the urge to do a “Day of Pampering”/”Preserving My Sexy” . I took a long bubble bath, put on one of my ‘special occasion’ robes and my new pearl necklace, bracelet and earring set. I gave myself a pedicure, clay mask treatment, waxed my essential areas, and experimented w/ hairstyles. When I went to check the mail, I found that Part 2 of my latest Victoria’s Secret purchases had arrived, along w/ a couple of work clothes purchases from New York & Co.

So I played “America’s Top Model”. Using the hallway/mirror on my upstairs level I strutted in my new stuff (skrippa shoes to accent the Vickie’s Secret garments *growwwwl* ) and took pics. Fun times indeed!

And now, it’s Sunday. I’m preparing myself to re-enter the world thoroughly refreshed. As I’m writing this post, I’m sipping on my margarita (the last of my alcohol intake until my b-day weekend in November), dinner preparations on kitchen counter, DVR being cleared off on the television…and I feel good.  Sooooooo good, so relaxed, so rejuvenated. Beginning tonight, I’m taking advantage of the New Moon to begin concentrating on my spirit after scrapping my original “Eliminate and Concentrate” plan.  I’m catching up on my Florence Shinn readings and getting my affirmations together for the week.  I am 100% ready to pour myself back into the world again.   I needed this – needed this time of solitary confinement to remind myself of how beautiful ‘life on the outside’ truly is.