Growing up an only child seemed like a curse as a kid, but it actually turned out to be a strong prerequisite for getting older.
During most of the 1990’s and the first few years into the new century I lived alone. I had a gorgeous place about a mile away from my parents house. I had a bakery, a soft serve ice cream shop and a CD store.
….and the Congress el stop was two blocks away.
I learned the difference between being alone and being lonely. I was never lonely during that stretch of time. The loneliest period of my life was when I was married, but that’s not the point of today’s Chalkboard.
My age group is getting to an age where many are worried about being alone. When we were kids the song “Cats and the Cradle” by Harry Chapin played on WLS constantly. We were the kid in the song and now most of us are the parent who have almost finished raising the child.
For those of you that fear the grip of loneliness, I’m a bowl of gumbo away.
I got a late start this morning, the sun is peaking as we speak…. Might be your only chance at vitamin D today. Cold and cloudy is the forecast for later on.
Last Saturday and next Saturday this sunrise will be reflecting off Hazel’s matted red hair. Today the sun streaks across an empty pillow on an unmade bed. I love hearing “I love you dad,” but I also enjoy hearing the quietness of the birds and the roar of the lion at the zoo.
Today I heard the birds and the Lion all by myself and the alone time is nice.
Never let being alone be quiet, make the noise that solitude enjoys.
Go hug a tree today, it’s Earth Day!
Tomorrow is Heavyset Divorced Dad Day, go find one to hug….
