I didn’t like to do things alone.
But the other day I ate alone. The day before that I walked outside alone. I can do things alone, I am not a hermit. I just don’t like to do them.
But I did like it. I liked not being rushed to decide what I wanted, I liked listening to an audio book as I walked around outside.
I found I did like it. Today I am alone, and while it is scary as hell, I like it. I like the silence, I like writing this blog post, I like it.
I don’t want to be alone all the time. But I do want to do more things alone. Because it always felt that I couldn’t, but I want to know I can do things alone, so that it becomes a choice to do things alone.
It shouldn’t be I don’t do things alone out of fear, it should be out of a choice. I want to know I would be alright to do it alone, but that I don’t because I don’t want to.