This past weekend I spent mostly alone. Truly alone. This was the first time I had been alone for more than a few hours since the birth of my son.
I like to be alone. I find it peaceful. Restful. Restorative.
Many people don't understand that. I have always been this way and I see nothing wrong with it. In order to recharge some people workout; others like to play computer games; some people garden; me, I like to be alone.
I have to say that I come by it honestly. My mother is the same way. It must be genetic.
Having finally refound this lost friend, this lost piece of me, I think it is a place I will have to visit often. I feel less stressed, less stretched thin by life. I feel quiet inside in places I haven't felt quiet in a long time. Welcome back my friend Solitude.