Life in the Fast Lane

A TRIATHLETE'S MULTISPORT ADVENTURES, TRAVELS, RANDOM MUSINGS, AND CHRONICLES OF HER OTHERWISE ORDINARY LIFE

Me, Myself, and I

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Some weekday mornings, I enjoy having breakfast all by myself: with a good book (or e-book), a hearty meal, and a refreshing drink. A "me time" breakfast helps me prepare myself for the rest of the day. It's when I allow myself those moments of solitary peace and calm before the rush of a busy workday.

  One of my staple breakfast meals: pancakes!

Sometimes, I look around me while I'm eating alone. I see several officemates (and nursing students) chatting their lives away in one corner. I spot a few couples spending some time together before giving each other a goodbye kiss, then going their separate ways. In the morning, though, that's when I see a lot of people eating by themselves: with a newspaper and a cup of coffee in hand; others with their heads bowed down, seemingly embarrassed to be by themselves.

On the other hand, you'll rarely find someone eating their lunch or dinner alone at a restaurant, I've realized.

This makes me wonder: how many of us find it uncomfortable to go out and be alone? More: to be seen alone?

Honestly, I don't mind being alone. The times I have to take public transportation home from work, I'm by myself. I've gone to church services alone. On a handful of occasions, I've spent a day in the mall by myself (eating, shopping, watching a movie). For the triathlon I'm planning to join this November, I've been training by myself as I'm not part of any team; neither do I have newbie triathlon friends who've actually trained with me. I've gone to a few functions by myself, without knowing who's going to be there; granted, these are usually awkward situations, but I've managed somehow.

Some people, though, have told me that they find it weird to go out alone. That they always need at least one other person beside them. Or else, they feel "lonely".

I suppose that's it, really. I guess many people equate "being alone" with "being lonely".

To me, however, these are two different things. 

I define "being alone" as simply being with yourself and no one else. It's more of a physical, geographical state than a mental or emotional state. You can be alone in a crowded room and feel a sense of completeness.

However, "being lonely" seems to conjure up images of missing someone, feeling something lacking. It's more of a mental and emotional state than a physical, geographical state. You can be at a party with all your family members and best friends, but still feel lonely. 

When I'm alone, thankfully, I don't feel lonely. Not all the time anyway. I mean, sure, there are times when I'd love to have company — especially when it comes to certain things that are more enjoyable when done with at least two people. As much as I'd love to do karaoke, for example, I can't just rent out a whole room and sing an entire 90's playlist by myself. That would be a billion times more fun to do with a group of friends or relatives.

But when I have to be alone, I genuinely don't mind. I guess I've realized, through the years (especially after my shy, introverted teenage and early 20's phase), that I'm actually friends with myself, if that makes any sense. That I've truly come to not only accept myself for who I am — countless quirks and all — but I actually enjoy my own company.

At least you won't hear me conversing with myself while I'm having a hot oil treatment, for one thing. But I can lean my cone-head against the head rest with a sense of contentment and peace.

"Me time" is a time to better understand yourself; to think of what you want to do with your life five or ten years down the road; to come to terms with issues that need to be dealt with; to go on several trips down memory lane; to envision a plot for your first novel; to dream the dreams you've been pushing aside; to thank God for His endless blessings; to realize that, if you were another person, you'd want to be friends with you, too.

"Me time" allows you to relish the fact that even if you're just one particle out of the entire scope of matter that constitutes the universe, you're an important part of it.

Plus, when you're with yourself, you don't have to worry that you haven't had your eyebrows threaded yet, or that you just grabbed the first shirt your hands found in your closet. Because there's absolultely no need to judge yourself!

Try going on a solo bike ride. No need to compare yourself against faster/more powerful bikers because, hey, you don't know any of them anyway. It's fun!

What I'd love to try, though, is a trip by myself. Even a quickie weekend getaway.

That should be an experience worth writing about.

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2 comments

  1. I'm seriously elated that you keep writing! This was such a happy read for me... can relate much with enjoying being able to do things alone :))

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  2. Aww, thanks, Cams! Hoping that the Lord continues to inspire me with things to write about. :)

    God bless your day! And yes to being BFFs with oneself!

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