Being alone is always a gift and a curse for me. I love the time to do whatever I want, but fear the time to do whatever I want. I always end up making a list of things to do (vacuuming, for example, is almost always on the list).
There was a time, when I first moved to Pennsylvania, when I was really good at being alone. I didn’t have a choice – I only knew my roommate, I wasn’t working yet, and I wanted to get to know the city. I would find a place I wanted to go, go there, and then go other places that looked interesting on my way home. I spent time at the library and the bookstore, my safe-alone places. I took myself out to lunch.
Now, I do chores.
Here is a suggestion for myself: when I get home after the yoga workshop next week and I have more alone time, I should do what I want – walk, yoga, read. I will keep the house tidy and ensure that our refrigerator is stocked because that’s how I roll. But I will also do what I want.