A common thread.

Loneliness is sitting at an empty intersection, waiting for the light to turn green.



That was my thought late Monday night/Tuesday morning as I was driving back from Surfside. There were three other people in my car, but they'd all fallen asleep.

Loneliness is actually interchangeable. It could also read "Patience is..." or probably something else as well. But what I felt that night was not patience. It was loneliness. It was feeling like I was the only person in the world at that moment.

I started this blog at the beginning of the year, right before I moved. Loneliness has been a thread running through the entirety of the last 10 months, and I apologize in advance for the repetition; I don't foresee it changing anytime soon.

The key to playing this game is not our experience, but our response. Loneliness happens. But it doesn't have to bring sadness, misery, despair, hopelessness, longing, etc. along with it. I can be lonely and still have joy. I can be lonely and still laugh, still love my life. I can be lonely and still love to sit home alone in the evenings reading a book.

That's where I am right now. There are times in life when I feel alone. Mentally, physically, spiritually. But that's not all I feel, and, even more, I'm not determined by that experience, nor afraid to experience it.