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When I was a freshman in High School, I had exactly
one hour of time alone per day. The middle school ended an hour later
than the high school, so while my parents were at work and my younger
siblings still in class, I had one fabulous hour to read and have a
snack and daydream in an otherwise vacant house.
[Insert large number here] years later, I still look back and remember how precious that time was to me.
Don't
get me wrong. I like being with people. I have good friends, great
colleagues, and I love my family. But when you have children, even going
to the bathroom is a group activity. So I also cherish the time I have all by myself.
This
past weekend made it clear to me once again, when we celebrated my
son's birthday and had a total of thirteen people in the house.
Thirteen.
In
Germany, "inviting someone over" often means lunch, afternoon
cake/coffee and finally dinner, so that meant the house was full from
11:00 am until 7:00 pm.
So while it was great seeing everyone, I couldn't help but have moments where I wished for silence.
In
preparation for this blog, I did a Google search for images with the
topic "Solitude". I was looking for a wonderful picture that would
illustrate how peaceful being alone can be.
The
Google result shocked me. Almost every image I found looked lonely. In the pictures, most people were photographed from the
back - anonymous. Every person had
their head bowed as if emotionally crushed or ashamed. One picture even
showed a naked man curled in the fetal position in the corner of a
cardboard box. Ouch!
That wasn't the solitude I was thinking of!
When
I say "I love solitude", I mean the quiet calm of being alone with your
thoughts. No tasks to be received any minute. No expectations from
others on how you should act.