Being Alone; the Good, the Bad, the Ugly, the Truth .....

It’s Christmas day and I wake up alone. Alone… Nobody here but me.

THE GOOD. The good thing about waking up alone on Christmas day is the quietness. I can wake up early or sleep in late. I don’t have to rush. There is no one here to give me demands of what they want for breakfast, how they want their coffee, what music or TV station to turn on. I don’t expect anyone at my door, nor do I expect any visitors today.

THE BAD. See above paragraph from a different perspective.

THE UGLY. I’ve accepted it. I wonder if it will always be like this. I don’t like being alone but at the same time I don’t want to be with someone just for the sake of not being alone. Or, maybe it’s best… I’m not sure. I know what I want in a lifetime mate therefore, I’m not settling. Me and God talk about this a lot. A lot, a lot!

THE TRUTH. The truth is, I like not having to rush home from everything I enjoy doing because someone is home waiting for me to do something for them. I like having the bed to myself and keeping my room as cool or as warm as I want. I like preparing meals that I enjoy eating. I like doing laundry only once a week rather than every day. I like making decisions on my own without having to run them by someone. I enjoy staying up late or even going to bed early just because I have that option. There’s a lot of things that I like doing by myself but there are more things that I would enjoy sharing with someone.

The truth is, being alone allows me time for self validation. Being alone on Christmas day allows me time to actually focus on the reason for the season… Jesus Christ. When I think about Jesus’ birthday and why those particular gifts were brought to him, I am reminded of the gifts that he has given to me. Waking up is a gift from God. Waking up on Christmas Day is a bonus gift. Waking up alone on Christmas day is a bonus gift with a lesson behind it… It’s teaching me to be stronger, more faithful, selfless, healthier, wiser, self-reliant but most of all more appreciative of the things I do have in my life. Those are my blessings.

So .... it’s Christmas day and I wake up alone. I wake up in excitement that I GET to celebrate this wonderful day. I drink my coffee and go next-door to watch two of my grandchildren enjoy their Christmas from Santa. Then, I pack my car as full as I can to visit my daughter and her family two states away. I leave my bed unmade as a reminder of the blessing given to me by my Savior, that I have yet another day to celebrate Him; that I’m not alone… My blessings are all around me… I just need to learn how to receive them.

I am never alone. Ever. My God is always with me

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