I spend a solid amount of my time alone, simply because I enjoy spending time with myself. When I’m alone there is no one around to dictate what I do, or where I go. I can leisurely wander new locations, and I can eat at places I want to to eat.
My favorite ways to explore are through food, coffee, wandering, and nature. Not many people think kale is Gods gift to earth, most people drink coffee and it all tastes the same to them, and only a few people I’ve come in contact with think spending an entire day (or days) in the mountains without a shower sounds like fun.
Being alone means I worry about no one but myself. Go on, be selfish for YOU.
I find great joy in the simple pleasures of life like walking along the water with the sun kissing my face, or meandering through antique shops soaking in the history.
Discovering what makes you tick is like stumbling upon a $100 bill outside your front door. It’s a gift that you have no choice but to accept.
I love the handful of friends I have, which is really more like a finger full these days, but I’ve become quite comfortable spending time alone. I wasn’t always this way, so I consider this a long awaited blessing. If you rely on other people for your happiness, what would happen if you were forced to be alone?
I’m a simple person, living a simple life. I don’t work a 9-5 stable job, I don’t own a mansion in Italy, and I don’t have a strong mountain climbing husband to rub my feet after a long day. I work a job I enjoy (for now), I follow my heart when it leads me to things that make me happy, and I trust my gut when it tells me life is good.
I (try to) love what I have instead of dwelling on what I don’t. At the end of the day life goes on whether you have a rolex on your wrist or tattered jeans on your legs.
I don’t know where all this inner tree hugging granola talk comes from, but when it wants to escape I let it. Holding things in almost always results in discomfort. Case in point: the morning after a dinner full of cruciferous vegetables. Let it out..let..it..out.
If the idea of being alone scares you, I challenge you to face the fear. Go somewhere alone like a coffee shop or a park. If you’re feeling wild go to a restaurant or a movie. Love yourself enough to be alone, and life becomes a new adventure full of light.
They say you can’t love someone else until you love yourself, and I finally get it.
Bring on the love. 😉
Q: Do you enjoy spending time alone, or do you rely on others to go do things? I enjoy being alone perhaps a bit too much…. #loner.
Blissfulbritt 
