There is a big difference (for me) between being alone and being lonely. Surely, I am both of these enough lately to really notice the distinction.
Being alone is really a nice, comfortable thing. It is a state where I feel comfortable doing my own thing. I am happy and productive. Life usually slows down and I enjoy the ride. In a way it’s not so much being alone as communing with my higher power, the universe, nature, etc. Being alone is some of my favorite time spent methinks.
Being lonely, on the other hand, is hell. It goes hand in hand with fear, worry, and a disconnect with the aforementioned higher power. It is often a sad, pain laden state. Interestingly, it correlates with times of stress in my life or coming off of a really positive experience in interacting with others or socially connected situation. Sort of a spiritual hangover.
Today, I’m fortunately feeling the former of the two. I’m taking my time today to get some of the mundane things done, along with a little resting and writing. I have the house to myself, but I am opting to write from a coffee shop. I grabbed lunch at a Chinese restaurant I hadn’t tried before (hence the photo). Later I’ll be getting a drink with a friend, but for now the day is mine and I’m happy about that.