I really enjoy being alone.
Maybe it comes from being in a family of 8 kids where there was always always lots of noise.
Always so much activity around.
Maybe it comes from having four boys and all the noise they made.
But when I have a bit of time to be all alone at home,
I find it to be absolutely blissful.
I usually "waste" the time
by lounging around or
reading a book or
watching a favorite show.
Sometimes I think I should spend the time doing some cleaning or other necessary tasks
since I don't get those things done very well when everyone is home,
but I rarely bring myself to do that.
I just bask in the silence.
My husband is the kind of guy who always has music going or an audio book.
He doesn't really get my enjoyment of silence.
But, I really love quiet.
All I hear right now is the wind blowing occasionally outside.
A random bird in the backyard.
If I return from running errands
or arrive home from work
to find that there are no cars in the driveway,
I am always struck with a moment of happiness that I know I will be alone for a few minutes.
I occasionally feel bad when this feeling comes over me.
But it isn't that I don't enjoy my family.
It's that these moments are so few
when I can just sit and be alone with myself.
I will soon have an "empty nest"
and I wonder if I will have so many more moments of this alone time
that perhaps I will not find them as relaxing.
Perhaps I will start to feel lonely
rather than peaceful.
I hope that is not the case.
But I guess I can always turn on the music or an audio book if I find that I can't stand the silence.
For now, though, I will just enjoy.