The art of solitude truly is an art. I used to hate being alone, so I filled the silence with people or material things I didn’t need. Neither brought me peace—they only set me up for disaster or disappointment. Learning to sit with myself wasn’t easy. At first, I wanted to run back to my old coping mechanisms, but with each attempt, it got easier. And each time I faced the discomfort, I realized just how strong I really am—stronger than I ever gave myself credit for.
We’re all scared to try new things, especially as we get older. There’s this misconception that you’re supposed to have everything figured out by now. But that’s simply not true. Transformation doesn’t have a timeline—it’s something we go through over and over again throughout our lives. And it’s in those quiet moments of solitude where the most profound changes often begin.
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