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Solitude

Solitude can be a beautiful thing. It allows for you to collect your thoughts and observe the life around you, to reevaluate. It is a completely spiritual thing for me, particularly when I have stressors in my life that exhaust me. Being alone can bring peace.

I work with a lot of awfully rude and mean-spirited people - not my coworkers, for the most part, but in a service-based industry. I am yelled at, called names, and sometimes I get the occasional threat. It can wear a person down. How do I let all of that go?

For me, solitude helps me to get past the negativity, even on days where I cannot wait for the moment I can leave work. When I am at home, I can be safe in my room with only my own thoughts to make noise. There is comfort in curling up underneath my blankets, closing my eyes, and concentrating on my breathing. No talking. No brain power. Just quiet.

But there does need to be balance. Too much solitude can off-set your peace and replace it with annihilation and loneliness.  Schedule your social time and schedule your solitude time to maintain a balance. For example, use your weekend to be social, and your weekdays for solitude, if possible. Or pick one day a week for one or the other.


What is the perfect balance for you?

Em


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