I’ve come to realize that I’m a bit different — I genuinely love being alone. It might sound strange, but maybe that’s just a byproduct of years of noise, busyness, and constant activity since becoming a parent. Life with kids has been an incredible journey, yet as it gets more hectic by the day, I find myself yearning more and more for peace and quiet.
Today is the Deepavali holiday, and after lunch together, my husband dropped off my MIL, Sherilyn, and Cass at The Gardens Mall. They had plans for some fun shopping, and my MIL promised Cass a treat at Alexis Bistro at The Gardens after her final exam. But instead of joining them, I chose to go home alone while hubby continued with his work in his office.
Some may think it’s odd that I’d give up an afternoon of family time and shopping, but for me, the idea of enjoying a few hours in silence was too tempting to resist. Besides, I’ve got writing work to finish and daily household chores waiting for me now that Maria, our part-time helper, no longer comes by. There’s always something to be done around the house, and the quiet moments alone are a rare treasure.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but there’s a different joy in eating alone, in simply savoring a peaceful meal in solitude, away from the usual chatter and clinking dishes. Am I weird for preferring my own company every now and then? Perhaps, but I think it’s something we could all benefit from — the chance to just be with ourselves.
Finding solitude doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy being around my family or friends; it simply means that carving out time alone helps me feel balanced and refreshed. For those who find themselves constantly giving to others, alone time is the perfect way to recharge. And honestly, if taking a little time for myself every now and then makes me a bit “weird,” I’ll gladly own it.
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