I simply love my alone time!
A few years ago I wrote a blog about how important alone time was to me. And that feeling just gets stronger every day. At this point in my life alone time is imperative and essential to my well being. And I bet many of you reading this right now know exactly what I mean.
As a shy, introverted child, I spent many hours in my room reading, writing and crocheting. I loved solitude and silence. Then, as I grew older, I was taught that socializing was important to moving forward in this world. I learned to be more outgoing and extroverted. I joined groups, attended social functions and felt comfortable when the spotlight was occasionally on me. My calendar was fully packed with places to go and people to see. Some people thought this was my true nature. But, I knew otherwise.
Inside I recognized the voice calling me back to more quietude. It called me back to walks in nature, time reading a book with a cup of tea, journaling, meditating, or watching a movie by myself. It called me back to the stillness that fills my heart and recharges my batteries.
Since leaving my corporate job and becoming a fulltime author, blogger and workshop facilitator, I’m grateful to have much more alone time. I can now balance my socializing with periods of quiet. I feel more happy, content and peaceful knowing I can always unplug and nurture my soul. It’s not that I never socialize… it’s just that I need alone time to stay centered. I have found a balance that works for me.
Thankfully my husband understands and respects this deep need for quiet space because he feels the same way. We often take walks together, breathing in the fresh air, and expressing our gratitude for the time and space we both have to be alone.
It’s my opinion that as a society we diminish the beauty of time spent in solitude. In movies we see the character who lives more reclusively as an outcast. We hear whispers about the person eating dinner alone in a restaurant as being either lonely or unable to make friends. We paint the picture of someone taking a solo vacation as just plain strange. Meanwhile, I’ve done all these things and enjoyed them thoroughly. And I hardly consider myself an outcast, lonely or unable to make friends. Although I really don’t mind if you call me a little strange. If spending time alone makes me strange, I’m okay with that.
For me, alone time is a gift. It allows me to be quiet. And if I have any questions on my mind I can listen for the answers in the stillness. And in this busy world, I think we could all use a little more of that.
So… when’s the last time you gave yourself the gift of some alone time?
It may be just what you need.