A little over a year ago, I left my career. I had a high pressure position that demanded a great deal of my time. My travel was extensive and the only times I was alone was in a hotel room. I used those moments to read and decompress. Books have always been a wonderful companion for me as I can get lost in a good story. The only writing I did was answering the vast amounts of emails I received on any given day. Funny, looking back on it now, I was lonelier then than I am now. Surrounded by people for hours on end. I missed my husband, my home, my bed, and my dog.
When I first had this newfound freedom, there were days I missed the interaction with others. My husband would come home from work, and I was chattering on like a magpie. But as more time went on, something magical happened. I began to notice the earth around me. Where once the colors of my world seemed faded in tones of sepia, they are now brilliant, breathtaking. I watch the birds outside my window as they battle over their place at the feeders. I have seen pearly white butterflies dancing in front of my window, beckoning to me, telling me, this is a good life. I’ve planted seeds, watched them sprout. I now meditate daily and a whole new universe is opening before me.
I spend a large part of my day alone, with nothing but my dog to keep me company and my writing, which consumes me at times.
These days alone are now a treasure. Do I miss people? I know I should say yes but…
butterflies out my window-
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg