When I’m alone I’m happy. For some people, they are happiest when with others. For me, I seek out empty spaces like a salamander seeks out a sunny spot on a warm rock.
In moments of solitude, I let out a deep sigh, close my eyes, and sit in my favorite chair for a few moments of silence. This is my recharge station. Sometimes I dance on my patio or in the house or sing at the top of my lungs. When I’m alone I often catch myself with a big smile on my face; it feels wonderful and welcome. These are moments of no demands on my emotions, mental energy, or physically.
What makes me happy is staring at the sunset for as long as the sun hangs in the sky. Staying up until 2 am, gazing in admiration at the moon and stars, never worrying if someone is restless because I’m not in bed. A 3-hour stroll through my favorite store is a delight and I don’t have to look at my phone to make sure I’m home at a certain time. A mile walk can take 29, 35, or 18 minutes.
I love it when the house is still and quiet and undisturbed by the sounds of a TV or radio. Or, when I can play classical music and light as many candles as I want, the air full of both bold and delicate fragrances.
It makes me happy to feel hidden when I write under a name no one knows so I can say what I’m really thinking and feeling without the concern of offense.
I can scream when I’m sad or mad or nap in the middle of the day.
When I’m alone I can stare out of a window and never know how long I’m there because no one interrupted my thoughts.
I like thinking. It makes me happy.
In my time alone, I’m able to better appreciate the world around me – to notice the little things. Sometimes I manage to finagle a road trip on my own and relish long hours on the road in silence; the time filled with thinking and talking to God. These are my absolute favorite times and I feel free to be as happy as I want to be. Not to worry – I am still happy in the company of those around me, but I’m happier still when I’m alone.