I'm not sick, I'm single!

It's interesting how afraid people are of being alone. That the thought of being in one's own company is far more appalling then being in the company of others. Over the past 6 weeks or so I've really been able to sit back and understand what it means to be alone. And in this instance, I don't mean for "alone" to be considered in it's traditionally negative connotation. I've finally finished my education, I've moved out on my own, cut off from my parents and just ended a 2 year relationship. I'm still unemployed so I have been spending a great deal of time with myself.

At first I found being home alone when my roommate was at work to be extremely boring. The internet connection is not always reliable when your pirating off your neighbor and you won't believe how quick it is to surf through 7 channels. Although I still do a lot of sitting around, I've begun to make more of an effort to actually spend time with myself. I run errands like going to the bank and post office, but everyone does that. A few days ago, I went to the pet store to buy collars for the kitties with cute little engraved tags. Still slightly lame, but a step up from the bank. But today, I was very proud of myself. It was 8:30 pm, I was bored, and, as usual, I had a craving for some DQ. Since the weather was gorgeous today, I decided to ride my bike instead of drive. I stopped on the Louisiana Ave. bridge just near Cedar Lake Rd. and looked at the breath taking view of the Minneapolis sky line. Standing over the bridge, my eyes followed the train tracks below as they trailed straight into the city. It was like a painting that unfortunately the camera on my cell phone could not quite capture. It was nice.

With Chocolate Xtreme blizzard in hand (hold the chocolate chips-I feel the toughness of the chips over power the creaminess of the ice cream and the softness of the brownie chunks), I started to make my way back home when I saw a pretty little pond with a small fountain in the center. There were two benches that surrounded it. One was currently occupied by a young couple also enjoying their DQ treats so I propped my bike against the empty one and took a seat. The air was perfect and my ice cream was delicious. I watched the peaceful fountain in the center of the pond and noticed three small ducklings bobbing through the water probably practicing their fishing skills. There were no adult ducks in sight so I imagine the ducklings must have recently split from their parents and were experiencing life on their own for the first time. As odd as it sounds, I really related to those little ducklings tonight. I smiled as I watched them playfully swim around and I headed back home.

As I heard in a movie once, I'm not sick, I'm single! Those women who go around crying over how miserable they are when they're alone don't know what they're missing! If you can't even enjoy spending time with yourself, how are you ever going to persuade someone else that spending time with you is worth while--do you even know if it is? Well I'm finding out, so when that person does come around, my independece and confidence in myself will be more than enough to reel him in ;)