As a child I dreamed of having a house with a window seat, a place to settle with a book or just look out on the world. In my young and middle adult years, I struggled with who I am at heart, an introvert or an extrovert. Now, as a card-carrying member of AARP (although the "retired" part doesn't apply), I no longer wonder who I am. I know. I am an introvert. The window seat I wished for years ago still has an appeal, I would like a bright and airy place that's reserved for me, but affords me a beautiful view.
My office at work affords plenty of quiet, and it is somewhat mine. But by no stretch of the imagination is it remotely aesthetically pleasing. There are no windows. It looks the same if the sun is shining, if it is raining, or if it is the middle of the night. And tonight my seat (chair) is even broken.
So, I'm still looking for the window seat, the book, and the view. While I search, I've decided to retreat to this quiet corner I can call my own. Perhaps over time I can create some beauty. I certainly hope to be able to open some windows on the world, even if I'm the only one to recognize the view.
