By: Jeanne Reynolds
As I began to think about this post, the title of Gilbert O’Sullivan’s 1972 hit song (yeah, fellow boomers, you remember it) immediately popped into mind. The lyrics are terribly sad; but, to me, the title itself is not.
Quite the opposite; in fact, spending time alone is a blissful luxury. More than that, it’s essential for those among us far down the introvert scale, and, well, completely natural.
That’s exactly what I’m doing this moment, and I don’t mind admitting that I’ve been looking forward to it for the past week. I have the world’s best husband and great friends, but sometimes nothing beats some quality time alone.
The list of things I may do over the next 24 hours is written only with a very light mental pencil with a very big eraser:
- Eat exactly what I want, when I want. Shrimp at an outdoor table along the waterfront, or takeout pizza at home with my favorite summer rose?
- Take over my husband’s special recliner (he’s not here, after all) and read while enjoying the marsh view as the tide comes in.
- Do a little weeding and run the blower. Seriously, I love my little battery-powered blower. Talk about instant gratification.
- Run a few miles early in the morning before it gets too hot. Or walk if I feel like it.
- Watch whatever’s on the Food Network.
- Catch up on Instagram posts, and post a few new photos of my own. Hmm, what time is that high tide?
- Go to bed whenever I get sleepy,and wake up without an alarm clock.
- Talk to myself way more than I speak to other humans.
I know, not too exciting. And looking back at that list, I realize I could do most of those things whether I’m on my own or not. Truth be told, I frequently do. I’m not antisocial or shy. It’s more about recharging my mental, emotional and physical batteries in the way I know works best for me: alone. Naturally.