This entry has been floating around in my head for a while now and I thought I’d try and get it out today. Solitude is something I treasure. Don’t get me wrong – I’m also quite the social butterfly as my calendar would reflect – but I love the quiet.
In a house with two young children, I don’t often get alone-time. I find myself envying Trey’s business trips because he gets to be alone. It’s funny, though, because his perspective is completely different. He doesn’t always like eating alone in restaurants or doing things by himself when he’s out of town. Here, it tends to be different because he has his projects lined up and he enjoys getting the work done, often working alone, but when traveling, he prefers traveling with others.
I’m different. I credit that with being raised an only child in a single parent household. I spent a lot of my time growing up on my own. I learned to do things independently of others. Naturally, as Trey and I became partners, that changed, but it took some effort on my part.
I love having solitude drape around me like a soft blanket. I find my peace and my center when I’m off on my own, away from the everyday noise of life. I enjoy sitting in a coffee shop just watching people around me. Wandering down streets and markets and window shopping is a great way for me to spend the afternoon. The idea of traveling to another country solo intrigues me. One of the things on my “bucket list” is to hike the Appalachian Trail. But I want to hike it solo.
I’ve noticed that as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more comfortable in my skin. I know who I am and I know what I want (usually). I thoroughly enjoy hanging out with Trey, the kids and our friends. I look forward to family vacations, date nights, a girl’s night out, my mom’s group, the noisy chaos of Christmas with extended family and family reunions. But I also treasure those times when it’s just me, wrapped up in that blanket of solitude. For me, there has to be a balance of the two.
Where do you find your center; what’s your balance?