Back-to-back blizzards have made me realize that I would do remarkably well in solitary confinement.
Instead of gazing aimlessly into the darkness, I'm surrounded by whiteness. Don't worry--I have no plans to sport an orange jumpsuit, but like those locked up:
- I am kept away from other people. In a small space.
- I have a limited supply of food.
- A vast expanse of time to just think lies before me.
- I am only allowed periodic exercise, whether in small increments in the treacherous yard outside or bursts of sanity-saving jump rope indoors.
Cabin fever moments aside, I'm rather enjoying the break from the world. (I suppose prisoners don't relish the forced respite from society quite so much.) I've read books, made tea daily, finished long-neglected projects and started new ones, and taken time to, well, be. It seems my normal, non-snowed-in life, with its schedules and tasks and meetings, leaves me too much of a prisoner for that.
