Finding Oneself Through Solitude
I love Sundays. I wake up early but I roll around in bed until I feel ready to get up. I go for long walks with my dogs without my cell phone. I do things around the house, read and write and most often don’t when the phone rings I let my answering service pick up.
I usually make something special to eat midday and unlike every other day, have a glass of wine before night sets in.
Sunday is my day of solitude. It’s a day I pamper myself with enough time to sit in the yard and watch the birds drink from my Buddha fountain. In my solitude I find renewal. In my solitude I find myself.
But it wasn’t always like this. In times past, spending time with myself served only as a reminder of the absence of someone else. It underscored lack of instead of in addition to.
As I lived, my life like everyone else’ went through bad and good relationships, successes and failures and so the need to find meaning became the most important. I came to understand the magic of life being in the process of experience which then shapes and molds us into who we are. In my solitude I slow down to embrace and recognize the process and the changes.
Bella DePaulo, author of “Single Out” believes that the reason the number of Americans living single has increased is because it is becoming increasingly possible to live a full, complete, and meaningful life as a single person. I don’t know if that is the reason why but I do know unless we feel complete as a single person we will never be able to truly enjoy sharing our lives with others.
I have been in relationships where I have only found loneliness. I have been in relationships where I have lost myself. It wasn’t until I realized that love and companionship live within me that I was able to enrich myself by giving and receiving in a relationship.
Regardless of where I go or where life takes me, holding my own hand will always will always keep me in the realm of love and safety. And on Sundays I remind myself of that.
Enjoy your day!