My Light

I have been lucky enough to find the light of my life, that person who makes even the darkest days seem that little bit brighter. I do count myself as very lucky as, like a lot of other people out there I have been alone. For a long time it was just me and that too was okay in some ways but not in others.

It is possible to feel the loneliest in a room full of people, believe me I have been that person. Sometimes it’s almost worse than being by yourself, like it makes you feel even more awkward and out of place.

But those days have given me something unique, the best of both worlds. I am happy being by myself now and with other people, I guess because I had to learn to be. So it’s okay to want what other’s have, but in the meantime find your own light. Having someone to share things with might sound wonderful,  but its very difficult to share the real you if even you don’t know who that person is.

So spend the time you have by yourself, discovering you. You might find you don’t even need anyone else and that if someone does walk into your life in the future who brings the smile to your face then that is an added bonus.

Being a writer is a very isolating profession, especially if you are in the middle of writing a novel, shut away for hours, even days at a time so learning to be happy just being by yourself is a good step and may help you focus on what you have rather than what you don’t. It frees up those thoughts for your imagination and you may just find that plot that was giving you grief comes into focus.