Alone Time

As counterintuitive as it seems to girl whose life has always been blessedly abuzz with people, sometimes it's good to be alone.

Last Wednesday I made some hasty, eleventh-hour plans to join friends for a movie.  These plans were all the more spotty because they had been made without due consideration for the particular complexities of big city theaters, such as parking, tickets, and being able to get in the doors on bargain-ticket-night (the latter I didn't even attempt). 

The good news?  There will be other nights to join friends for a movie.  The momentary bad news?  I was all dressed up with nowhere to go.  And my first thought was, I guess I'm going home.

Followed by this revolutionary notion:

…or……..I could just not do that.

 

 

So I took myself out on a date.  I picked another theater, with plenty of time before my showing.  It was a beautiful night and I walked around the park, watching kids play in the water jets and couples snog on benches.  I drank a cup of cocoa in a glass coffee shop, and I didn't pull out my phone to text or check Facebook.  I let my mind wander, which it needed, because it's had a lot to do lately. 

I haven't had many pauses  to consider if I'm changing in the right direction.

You see, sometimes I wonder if on this steep learning curve of new city, new church, new friends, new work, new worries I'll come out the other end and be… not myself.  I don't mind the thought of improving, but I want to still be me.  I've always been an optimist; I've always been able to fall asleep easily; I've never had much trouble setting aside a negative in favor of a positive.  I feel like these parts of me are slipping ― certainly, I'm writing this at 2am, so the sleep thing is definitely on the skids. 

This process of sorting out how much of me is 'me', and how much of me has been my surroundings or my old habits or my family will take time.

And I think it may take more being alone.

God didn't give me any blinding answers to my questions tonight (though I did catch a hint of, "Lean harder, Sarah.  I'm here."), but just letting it be quiet for a while… that helped.

Plus, there's this:

I left my movie at midnight.  Rain had come and gone while I was inside, leaving behind only petrichor and reflective puddles.  And when I crossed the deserted crosswalk, I realized I still bounce when I walk.

It's a doofy quirk, but one I like. 

It's nice to know it's still in there.