Appreciating my alone time is one of the things that makes my single life tolerable. I’ll admit that I occasionally feel like I’ve had enough me time and will actively seek out the company of others to keep me sane. Still, for the most part, I truly enjoy a life that is ruled and reigned by me. I love all of the time in which I get to do exactly as I please and all of the time to live contentedly with my own thoughts.
My sister recently told me that our mom was worried about me. I wondered, “What? Why?” She thinks I am (or get) lonely. She and my step-dad recently moved and are now living in the same town as me. They often invite me over or invite me along if they are going out for dinner. I like to spend time with them, so I take them up on their offers. Apparently, my acceptance is what led to her concern about my state of loneliness.
I feel so loved, knowing that she is concerned about me. I don’t want her to know that her confidence in my sister was broken, so I haven’t outright addressed the situation. Instead, I have been making a more conscious effort to tell her of my non-solo activities, so that she knows that I am not just sitting at home with myself day-in and day-out.
While there is perhaps an hour here or there where I feel the acute need for companionship, I am thankful that I generally enjoy my alone time. I am also thankful for my many friends and activities that divide that time into smaller chunks. I hope that I can have a discussion with my mom about all of this soon and that I can assure her that her worry has little foundation.
