I realised early on in my life (oh say about eight or nine) that being by yourself wasn't such a bad thing.
I didn't need to always have someone around me, playing with me, entertaining me or even just sitting next to me. I loved finding a little quiet place in the house or in the backyard to potter around, think, craft or read.
Nothings changed - although the responsibilties of an eight year old compared to now are somewhat different (and envious). But I love some solitude. Don't get me wrong....I'll be the first one to invite you over for coffee, cake a chat or head out to a dinner party or even scream madly whilst running around with my kids in the backyard. I'm up for that too. Alot of that actually.
But solitude. Even the word. Solitude. Say it with me.....Solitude. Sounds good hey.
I'm more than happy with me, my own thoughts, something to do (for me) or even not for me (like folding amd sorting the families washing)....anything really. In Solitude. It's calming, comforting and nice.
So today I'm grateful for Solitude. That when it visits, I grab it, relish it, take it as time to nuture me and fully enjoy it.
Do you like Solitude??
Please join in here.