There's this grave misnomer that being alone is a sad, lonely, disparaging thing. That being without a romantic partner, or even being without a calendar full of social obligations, means that life is somehow less fulfilling.
The last few months have been some of the most loneliest times in my life, purposefully and with intent, where I've pulled back from everything. And they've been filled with the most awakening, educational and rewarding moments that I've had in years. It has been the furthest thing from sad.
Sometimes sitting with ourselves is necessary. Sitting in the quiet, eating alone, figuring out who you are without heartbreak, without grief, is such an essential way to grow. Taking the time to reevaluate friendships and relationships, looking at things with different lenses, can make everything so much more clear, so in focus.
Living alone, just my daughter and I, for the last 3.5 years has made me more secure, more confident and certainly more independent.
I am the furthest thing from lonely because I've met myself for the first time in so long.