So here’s the deal. I spent the week alone this week and I honestly think that I have forgotten how to be alone. I use to be so comfortable with silence and being alone, and now I don’t know what to do with myself.
Nevertheless, I have used the time to think. After my surgery (yes I had surgery last week to remove precancerous cells–or so we think.) I made a pact with myself to do me. To not do what others expect of me, but to do what makes me happy. To get back on the wagon and become ambitious again. I want to make my life as comfortable as I can. I want to live and breathe and be as free as the wind and the flowing tides.
I miss it. I needed my silence and my aloneness again. I desperately need that reestablished.