standing on my own
Because of my single status for much of my life, I am very comfortable with being alone. I don’t feel the overwhelming need to fill my days and nights with social activities that have me around people all the time.
I’ve traveled by myself.
I’ve flown halfway around the world by myself.
I’ve eaten out in public by myself.
I’ve wandered museums by myself.
I’ve gone to the top of the Eiffel Tower by myself.
I haven’t gone to the movies alone yet, but more because I hardly ever go to the movies.
I’ve lived mostly alone for the past 14 years (post-college).
I know who I am because of my aloneness. I like who I am because of my aloneness. I am who I am because of my aloneness. It’s made me independent. It’s made me self-sufficient. It’s made me stronger. It’s made me able to stand, by myself, on my own two feet and face the world.
The thing is, is that I had to learn how to be okay with being alone. I didn’t have a choice. I kind of hate not being able to have a say in the matter. I don’t like not having options.
But I am so ready to let go of that aloneness. I’ve had it for a long time. I want to have someone next to me. I no longer want to be alone.