Buying a house and living alone sounded scary, but I learned it’s empowering and actually a lot of fun. Once I figured out that just because I was alone didn’t mean I was lonely, a whole bunch of awesome things happened–I got to walk around in my underpants, dance in my underpants, cook in my underpants, sing in my underpants, talk to myself in my underpants, meditate in my underpants, write in my underpants, eat stuff without feeling judged (eh, usually clothed), research dumb things without distraction in my underpants and practice making funny faces in my underpants. It was great, and I could do all those things whenever I wanted.
Most importantly, being alone gave me time to think about what I really want in life. It took the focus off of making other people happy/working my schedule around others and gave me time to get to know myself. And guess what? I’m not half bad.
Not everyone needs time alone, but if like me, you find yourself always taking care of the feelings of others, have spent little to no time alone in life, or if you’re an empath, an extended period of time alone can truly teach you how to recharge your own batteries and just be you.
As a bonus, time alone also allows you to set your chest free from the unnatural boob zoo that is a bra. Aaah, such bliss…
There are also long-term benefits. For example, now that I live with my boyfriend, I have a better understanding of when I need time for La La things and what I need to do to take care of myself. It’s great, and healthy for our relationship, and I’m so happy to have spent time alone to make these discoveries!