I live alone and move through a lot of my days alone. You could call me an introvert, but mostly I really cherish my alone time. Regardless, there is a certain amount of okay you have to be with yourself in order to camp alone; there is a certain amount of okay you have to be with yourself to be willing to wake up alone every day for months (or years). Something about late nights and early mornings can bring out the loneliest feelings in people–those times tend to be when our thoughts chase us the most. It takes a little while to be able to confront those thoughts and not let them get the best of you. I’m not saying I am never lonely, but I find a lot of peace in waking up alone…in starting my day in silence without conversation and with the possibilities of a new day laid out before me. There is freedom in being alone, but sometimes it takes getting a little uncomfortable to find it.
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