I like being alone sometimes, I never feel lonely; I suppose if I was to feel lonely when by myself I'd not be very good self-company right? I like myself though, and find spending time alone vivifies, makes my life more interesting and fulfilling, as I find the time to contemplate and think clearly about the happenings in my life be it overall, the day, week or year. Being alone restores me and it's through that restoration I can move closer to being the person I wish to be: A happier and more centred woman, a better partner and lover and a better daughter.
Today I knew the day would be spent alone and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to it. That's not to say I don't like being with the people in my life, just that through a little solace I can be a better person for them and that's what I want to be.
My man left home early today, he has some rugged, manly things to do with his friends, no girls allowed. Before he left he came into the bedroom dressed in his manly workman-like clothing and said goodbye with a kiss on my cheek and a hand that wandered under the duvet just a little bit. I didn't mind of course. He told me he'd picked some flowers from our garden and arranged them for me and to think of him when I had my morning coffee. As if I don't always think of him anyway.
With that, and another attempt at hand-wandering, he was gone. His touch lingered though, I could still feel his hands on me, and I stayed in bed a while, but a half hour later I was up, not wanting to waste the day.
You can see the flowers he arranged for me and left near the coffee machine. He's cute right?
I'll admit that flower arranging isn't his strong-point but he tried and besides, I don't really care; it's that he thought about it, woke up earlier to pick and arrange them and cared enough to think of doing that which really matters. He's such a man, but one with many facets...although, one of them isn't cleaning up toast crumbs on the kitchen counter; I had to do that.
It's been a quiet Saturday. I read a little outside, touched plants, ate toast spread with humus and topped with sliced avocado, snoozed, did my nails (pastel pink today) and talked to my mum on the phone a little. It's been really quiet, really soothing and exactly what I needed.
My man will be home soon and I'm contemplating nagging him about the toast crumbs, but I think I'll kiss him instead and see if I can entice his hands to wander a little; I'm confident I can make that happen, and I'll probably forget all about the crumbs for an hour or so.
Happy weekend to anyone who reads this.
Becca 💗
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Ah Becca you have a very romantic man there picking you flowers. Hold onto him! The bit I am more interested is was the alone thing. I bloody love being alone. Peace and solitude. I like you never get lonely being alone and I always need some alone time to reset. It's mad and nobody really understands me when I talk about it. So I am glad I found someone that likes the old alone time. I am also into a dropped hand but that's another story completely. 😀
He's a keeper right? Let's not tell him though, he may get complacent.
The peace and solitude people like us find in moments like these is valuable and if more took the time, I think they'd also find the same.
I had this figured already. It's not a bad thing. Maybe the story needs to be told though?
Becca 💗