I want to write, at least one book, probably more.  But I can’t seem to get them started.  I start, then stop, then start again, and don’t like where it’s going, so I stop again.  LOL!  So I’ve been trying to come up with someway to get me going in the “write” direction.  I came upon this blog Write Into Your Life, and saw their writing prompts.  So I thought I’d try it here.

“Write about a time you found yourself unexpectedly alone. Were you left waiting for someone? Were you lost somewhere? Write about being alone.”

 I find myself alone very seldom, and when I do, I try to savor it as much as possible.  With two boys that are homeschooled, working at home myself and my live in boyfriend working at home… there isn’t much alone time to have.  There have been a couple of times when I found myself alone when I was younger, mostly unexpected, or at the very least unplanned.

In 7th grade, I was taking drama class in my very small Christian school.  Since there were only about 15 kids total in the class, every play that we did, everyone had a part.  The practices for these plays were always after regular school got out, and sometimes they ran relatively late… at least they seemed late to a 12 year old. 

On this one evening, after rehearsal was over, I found myself waiting for my mother or grandmother to come and pick me up.  I waited for quite some time.  We didn’t have cell phones back then, when the dinosaurs still roamed the earth and made cell reception really difficult.  So, I either had to wait impatiently at the parking lot, or walk home, alone, in the dark.  I waited impatiently for someone to remember to pick me up.

I sat there for about an hour before my mom finally showed up.  There had been a miscommunication between her and my grandmother as to whom was supposed to pick me up after rehearsal was over.  They both thought the other was supposed to do it.  Luckily this didn’t happen often, so although I had been a bit afraid, I knew that I’d probably get something out of it for being scared.  I was right, my mom ended up taking me to Baskin Robbins for some ice cream.

Most of the time when I’m alone, I feel pretty good.  Even when I was younger, and would get a little spooked by being alone, I still enjoyed it.  I could hear my own thoughts, and not be disturbed by others talking.  I try to get things done that I wouldn’t normally have the time to do, like writing, meditating, and such.  Though I often find myself just watching movies that I wouldn’t otherwise be able to. 

I guess, one of the best things about being alone, is the time I get to spend with myself.  I don’t know how much of that time I really need, but the occasional moment alone is refreshing.