Alone is not lonely
I was reading an article today by a contributor to O Magazine. The story was about “mid-wife” crisis, the meaning of marriage and how spousal roles have changed.
It was all very interesting, even controversial. But here’s the sentence that stuck out most: “Our mothers feared being left alone. We crave time alone. Alone time is the new heroin.”
Well, neither the old or new me wants heroin. But time alone, that would be priceless. And by time alone, I don’t mean the hour I sneak to the gym, or the trip alone to the grocery store (although that is lovely.)
I mean time alone doing nothing — or anything I please. No guilt about cleaning the house, no rush to get started on Christmas shopping (we only have 138 days left, folks!) I crave time to watch bad soap operas, take a leisurely nap, or finish the novel I’ve struggled to complete for weeks now.
I didn’t appreciate these luxuries when I was single. The goal was to NOT be alone, back then.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to be single. Just by myself for a few blissful hours.
— Susan Simpson
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