My take on my solitude

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Hey, it's me again. I have to be at work in less than an hour but here I am, still blogging. I had an epiphany and I couldn't get this thought out of my mind for hours now. I suddenly love being alone and isolated from all the noise outside. Living alone for years and most especially now that I'm single, made me more independent. I do the chores and I work for a living. I still couldn't get over the fact that I can do all the things, my ex did, like carrying heavy stuff even though I'm not allowed by my doctor due to my ear infection and lumbar injury earlier this year. 

I'm stubborn but I have to get things done to live comfortably. And indeed, I appreciate this solitude much more than the solitude I thought I had last 2020. I love the quiet mornings while working. I love the cold wind brushing up my skin as I admire the pretty sunrise. I love my morning bread. These are some of the little things that I am grateful for. 

Though I have to admit, it gets lonely sometimes. I sometimes long for a partner or a companion to share my solitude with and laugh at my corny jokes. I even tried dating again but it didn't work out. It's not easy. It's always me that adjusts and understands the other person and that alone is exhausting. So I stopped. The last date I had was last November. He's an old friend and we met way back in 2019.

I'm starting to believe that dating and relationships are traps for procreation. I mean, if given the chance to have kids and get married to the love of my life, I'd gladly do so but looking at it right now, I don't think having children is practical. 

Anyway, let's not talk about settling down because I am not ready for it yet. I'm here to talk about how much I love being single and alone. What I appreciate most about my current situation is my sleeping pattern. Sometimes I sleep like I don't have work by midnight and sometimes I sleep like a freaking drug addict. Kidding. Lately, I've been sleeping a lot and I love it. I love it when I realized that I slept for 7 hours or max. For a person with a sleeping disorder, 7 hours of sleep is a miracle. 

Also, I submitted my work for review in a local online magazine. I'm crossing my fingers that it'll get approved and published. The last time I participated in something like this was in 2016-2017. Luckily enough, I am friends with the editor-in-chief of Cassayuran at MSU-IIT, so my work was published. 

I was shocked and of course, happy when my friends told me about it. I'll post a  photo of the poem I published before.

I've been listening to Reese's songs a lot these days. I discovered her songs--or should I say, her music through a YouTube vlog and I instantly fell in love with her! She's so creative and her songs are heaven. 

Arts month is around the corner and I am excited to go to Ayala next month to see their shenanigans. 

Until then, we keep on making our days creative and happy.

With love, 

-E.


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