Recently, I got the opportunity to spend a few days alone (my husband was out of town on a business trip), and my parents invited me over so I wouldn’t get lonely.
Lonely? Who gets lonely?
I sometimes forget that others might spend a few days alone and get lonely. I’m not wired that way. The first thing I think when I hear that I get to be alone is “YAY!”
Don’t get me wrong. I love my family and my husband and friends. But I also love the quiet peace of being alone, and knowing that I get to be alone. I don’t have to share my air with anyone (except animals, and they don’t count in my mind). Those of you who aren’t introverts will probably read this and think “Share her air? Is she crazy??” It’s hard to explain to someone who isn’t an introvert that when you’re around others all the time, sometimes it’s nice to be so completely alone that you don’t even have to hear someone else breathe.
I’m never really alone. I have the voices in my head to keep me company. Right now, there’s Anne of Green Gables (I just finished re-reading that book) and some of my own characters. We have conversations when there’s no one else around to think I’m talking to them.
If I were alone for weeks and weeks and weeks, maybe I’d get lonely. Maybe. But once in awhile, the quiet alone time is just what I need to recharge.
How do you recharge best?