I was thinking today about life. How each and every one of us has a very individual life, despite what we may share with family and friends.
I’ve had some moments, some times in my life, that I went through alone, with no one beside me. Be it a shopping trip, or a plane ride to see someone, or even going off to grocery shop, and stopping for a meal alone. Or even more challenging times.
The experiences are singular and we alone have the memories.
Some people might not like that idea. They’re very group-oriented. And yet, it is the sweetness of our individuality, that can actually enrich our relationships with other people.
I value my alone time. My quiet time. I like to read, or write, or maybe cook something wonderful. But it’s during this time that my soul’s internal batteries recharge.
I think I was 7 or 8 years old when I realized I really liked being off by myself. Back then it was perfectly fine for your kid to ride their bike all around town. And I did.
I rode to the local convenience store. Often getting bread, milk, and cigarettes for my mother. Then riding home. Sometimes I rode to the beach and sat on the jetties watching the ocean.
On some occasions I had company, but more often then not I was alone. And that was just fine.
Looking back I realize the importance of learning to be alone. I never realized it until I was well into my 50’s.
Love yourself. Be happy with yourself, and the world will be full of adventures. Alone or with those you love!