Spending time alone.

As strange as this sounds, I DO sometimes enjoy spending time alone. I enjoy my own solitude to unwind and decompress.


Solitude, I say, doesn't necessarily mean lonliness.

There are times when I sit by myself, look out with unobservant eyes to the distance before me or just sit still..for that brief moment the world seems more clearer and easier to perceive. Life becomes more defined. In the silence of my own pace and time, I take the opportunity to study on those big questions and issues without any interruptions. Nor do I need to take into consideration other people's opinons and perceptions which anyway don't comply with my own. So in my tiny 'world' where I am free to be me, free to pose many more questions, pursue new ones, free to poke at the wrong things happening, turn them around, test them, rethink and rewrite them. That's all upto me! :-). It's in my hands to throw up all the meories without having to listen to someone else's arguments or influence on the choices I make. So I need my solitude. I need to sweep away all those cobwebs in my mind and refresh myself. Away from the maddening crowd - in a place of peace and calm. I need my inner space to allow my ideas to germinate and to harness my fond dreams to take shape. I need time to connect with my soul.

With dozens of chores to run, I would often wail there's not enough hours in a day for everything. So that 'special' day I figured 'alone time'. I became so attached to it. Yes - it's my oasis, my blanket, my secured shell - all rolled up into one. It feels like 'heaven' when I'm there.

Honestly, people ..'Alone time' has never as fun as this for me.