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Some folks like to get away,

Take holiday from the neighborhood.

Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood,

But ...

I wanna stay home, by-yi-yah myself

I’m in a Me Time state of mind......

It’s about that time for Papa Bear and Baby Bear to take that annual trip home without me. I call it annual even though they have only gone twice without me. Now I look forward to it and expect it. It’s a break I so badly need in order to regroup. Pieces of me are scattered here and there that need to be gathered in order to put me back together again.

Two years ago, Mother’s Day weekend, my husband and son left for ten days without me. I can tell you that was the best present I could have ever received. I started writing again. The following poem was shared as my very first blog post, and written the evening they were supposed to come home but had missed their flight:


I got me a tune up. 

It wasn’t free 

It cost me my spare change 

but I spent it on me 

I had time to myself 

to do as I pleased 

I ate want I wanted 

slept ‘til I wanted 

cause I didn’t have to meet 

nobody’s needs 

Don’t get me wrong 

cause I love my family 

A woman just needs time on her own 

to just look in the mirror 

and love who she sees 

My engine’s running fine now 

Cause I was running on HOT 

Mentally exhausted from cooking and cleaning 

you know 

A homemaker I am not 

I hope for a while that I can keep this feeling 

even staying energetic 

from all with what I’m dealing 

My wish for women everywhere 

is to get a tune-up 

So that all in her life 

is more than 

just fair.. 

Life, like the sun 

can beat you down 

have you running on hot 

Thinking ‘bout not who you are 

but all that you’re not 

Women everywhere 

Turn a dream to reality 

Believing there are endless possibilities 


Wherever or whomever 

YOU want to be 

Believe in yourself 

Believing is free 

I believe 

I am all that I thought I was 

and know 

There is more of me to be 

Let us allow God’s sun 

to refresh our soul 

‘til we believe as we should 

We are whole 

God is good 


Life is grand 

My tune-ups got me so I can bend without a flinch 

Doing my chores now 

seems like a cinch 

Listening to my music 

dancing my way through the kitchen 

Now thinking ‘bout my family 

My family 

who I’m missing 

I drank the fine wine 

Dined on my dime 

In my own space 

In my own time 

Here's the thing... I feel like I've had a session from reading that again. What's your free therapy? 


Opening lyrics from Billy Joel's New York State of Mind