The Beauty of Alone Time

I woke up earlier than expected today because somehow my daily wake-up alarm got set for Sunday as well…oh well, no matter. I did my Wordle (I lost). I pottered around the house (needs dusting). I brushed my teeth (need to order more toothpaste). I then made my way to the kitchen after collecting the farm fresh milk that needs to be boiled.

This is so terribly mundane, but terribly soothing as well. Because the other members of my family haven’t woken up yet. I hummed to myself while I sorted out the milk boiling, made myself some coffee (thank you Mr.Ethiopian goat herder for discovering this wondrous fruit!), started the dishwasher (after ordering some detergent) and have the kitchen halfway to where it needs to be in terms of cleanliness.

Now I’ll publish this post. I’ll savor my coffee. I’ll try and hit a higher target on my French lessons. Hopefully, I’ll watch a rerun episode of NCIS while I sort out the laundry. All while TO and Red finish their beauty sleep.

Alone time is a blessing; it’s a boon. More than letting you sort through your thoughts, it helps you become aware of your thoughts. It lets you take a stroll through your head while you figure out your day. I already have a to-do list ready to go. I am likely to finish it today as well, Galactic Amoeba be willing. And all because I had time to be with me and my thoughts.

Amen.