This past weekend I was alone. By myself. Living the single life. Now that didn’t mean I was out partying to all hours. I had my book club gathering then came home and immediately got into my PJ’s. This past weekend became valuable down for me.
In the past I would have spent so much time ringing friends and organise to meet up with them across the weekend. Sunday came round and I had a dawning realisation. I am no longer the type of person who needs many social activities to fill my cup.
Now, I love hanging with my family. They are my best friends and we all give each other space but, to know that there is no one else in the house is bliss.
This is new to me. I never liked being myself. However after the week I had this past weekend ended up being exactly what I needed. I needed down time.
Not rest and relaxation but down time. Time to myself. Time to process all that has happened. Time to reflect and ponder. I have used this time to read, organise my sewing corner a little, just watch a movie and fall asleep when I want to. Nothing taxing and at times I just wandered off with my thoughts.
As I continue to grow up (sounds strange to say that in my mid forties) I continually surprise myself. I feel like I continue to discover parts of me. Parts of me that I didn’t think existed or I have archeologically dug up. Maybe these parts were always there laying dormant till I needed them.
I feel that 2022 may be a year of further personal discovery and growth. And frankly I’m looking forward to who I will grow up to be as I had towards fifty and beyond.
Grateful Wonder 