Yes, I’ve been alone most of this past week. My son has been out of town, a glimpse of what soon will be the norm as he heads off to college in the fall.
It was just me, the cat and the quiet. Of course, I haven’t stayed home for the nine days, not even one of them. I haven’t not been around people, even if for just a small part of the day.
I appreciate every part of my day. The aloneness and the togetherness. The quiet and the calm, interjected with occasional chatter, movement.
Is it okay to be happy and alone? The expectation is that I am lonely. Am I? I do yearn for companionship, which is part of what drives me to yoga daily and to schedule dinner with a friend. Or an afternoon movie. Or just drinks and conversation.
So yes, I’m alone and I’m happy. Go figure!