Over the weekend I did one of my favorite things- I took myself to a movie. Solo.
Solitary adventures are one of my most treasured pastimes. Not only do I have the opportunity to recharge my introvert self, I gain an immense amount of inspiration from mindfully roaming through the city, finding new hidden gems, and taking in the beauty around me.
I went to go to “Where’d You Go Bernadette,” partially due to my love for Cate Blanchett. I seem to be one of the few who didn’t read the book, but I went in intuitively know I’d enjoy the film.
As I watched a fellow introvert self destruct, I realized an important message:
Creators are meant to create.
I remembered that not only is my precious solo time beneficial to maintaining my energy, it’s crucial to my creations.
With each photo I take, piece I write, and lesson I learn, my creations are keeping me sane. They’re keeping me grounded. They’re keeping me connected.
Sharing what I see and what I have learned with the world keeps me going. Being able to carry a message to another person or using my own experience as wisdom or lessons for others is a purpose I know I was meant to fill. Self destruction is inevitable when one doesn’t feel a sense of purpose, passion, or belonging- so I am glad to be reminded to live beautifully and create each and every day.
Sometimes it’s hard being a cat person in a world of dogs.
Oh, the energy and the constant need for attention! I don’t know about you, but I get overwhelmed when anything runs up to me, kisses me without permission, or needs me to take it for walks.
Maybe that’s why I’ve been single for almost five years, too.
I grew up with cats and was an only child to a single parent- the perfect recipe for introversion. I read books, I drew pictures, and I hung outside with the ducks. Independent and mild mannered, I was a child who felt like an old lady compared to my peers. Kids my age, puppies, and dogs in general overwhelmed me. I wasn’t equipped to handle their energy.
As an adult, not much has changed.
This is what “dog people” don’t seem to understand. I’m not lonely- I am just preserving my energy.
There’s a time and a place for social interaction, and it’s important to know the difference between being alone and being lonely.
I’m proud of my independence- and I’m grateful I am able to sit with self. Not everyone understands the demeanor or the needs of a cat, and that’s okay- I’m on my own journey.
Being tolerant is really tough.
I can’t lie- it’s my natural state to isolate or avoid people I don’t like. When I’m in a situation that isn’t pleasant, I usually find a way to change it.
Why else do you think I’ve moved so many times these past 11 years?
(In case you didn’t know, it’s a lot- I’ve lived in 7 different states and in seemingly endless apartments.)
Today I am learning to accept things as they are. I don’t have to like them, but I do need to learn a new way of thinking in order to be content.
My first reaction to an unpleasant person or situation is to run away, but I don’t have to do that anymore. Today I am free to just be.
It might be uncomfortable, but it’s a relief to know that I don’t have to run away.