Solitude is addicting.

Solitude.

I am craving it for some reason these days. I figured here, aka my therapy, is just as good a place as any to sort through it. Lately, I have desired coming home and being alone. Of course, as a full time single mom, there isn’t ever really an alone, alone. Between bathroom interruptions and the inability to even take a shower when they are little, to the constant running and influx of kids at the house as teens, alone is always a coveted space. And with a dog — there is never alone time!

She cute tho!

Now, to say I need to sort through it does not mean I think wanting to be alone is bad, necessarily. Independence is a very good attribute. However, in a recent conversation with a friend about this topic, he said, “Tracy, just be careful, solitude is addicting.” I found this profound because it is! The more alone time I get, because teenagers also love space from parents, the more I crave it.

Beyond it being addicting, I want to know why. Why, for me, is being alone addicting. It should be mentioned here that I despise…