Even after 32 years of marriage being alone is something I still relish. It seems I must have my alone time. That seems to be especially true now that I am in my senior years. But, I have always been pretty much a loner. I just never have seemed to know what to do in a group.
I suspect a big part of this is probably due to my self-proclaimed Asperberger’s Syndrome. Interactions with others have always been difficult for me. It takes a special person to accept my nuances and call me a friend. I have had a few in my life.
Being alone is self-empowering to me. It is when I have my most creative thoughts. My daily routine includes several “alone” times.
After my daily shower, I am alone to digest the latest news via my Internet feeds. I admit that that particular alone time is shrinking by self-choice as I just can’t seem to stomach what is going on in America today.
Another serious alone time is my man-cave otherwise known as the barn. I am fortunate enough to have a 24 x48 ft pole barn where I do all my physical type things. It is where I spend quite a bit of time working on uRV ( my micro RV). This weeks project is to rubberize the roof to keep out all those pesky leaks during downpours.
Another alone time is “going up to the mountain”. That is the highest point on my property where I have a six-foot glider. I spend many warm weather hours up there swinging and reading and just plain looking at the sky and thinking.
Being alone is something I can very much handle…