solo

I am not a maker of rash decisions. but I woke up saturday morning and looked out the window (which is no longer broken) and said. . .I'm going home today. so I took care of things and packed my shtuff and got in the car and left. three and a half hours of highway and fall colors and coffee and music and my own thoughts. it was an exercise in solitude, in the art of being alone. and I loved it. so I had a weekend full of baby and my own bed and dad's waffles, all the while further learning how to be happy with just me, and the little things I adore. I've found that in a way I've sort of lost touch with myself the way you lose touch with an old friend. and so I love my friends, but I am learning to love being alone as well. people who avoid solitude probably are afraid of what they will find in their own mind if left to really think. it takes a certain maturity to really thrive in solitude, to find joy all by yourself, to be content with just the leaves, your bike, and you. and while happiness is better shared, learning to be happy when alone makes you an even better sharer of happiness in the end. so maybe you should take a roadtip by yourself to remind you of who you really are. let me know if you do.