Yesterday, I drove a whopping 8.5 hours.
I know. It is surprising, especially considering that I do next to nothing alone. I don’t like doing things alone. I avoid doing things alone. It just isn’t my thing.
I went downtown to pick up Matt and my race packets for the half marathon alone…and I ended up calling my sister and talking to her for an hour.
I ran the half marathon…alone. It wasn’t fun (except when I saw my family cheering me on!).
On days that I am alone too long, I tend to spazz out a little when I get around people. This can sometimes be scary.
I played bass alone the other day. It was lacking the joy of being with others as music blends.
I drove a really long way to Kansas and back alone, and it was rather lonely (pun intended).
Amidst my dislike of being alone, I did compile a short list of things that I do like to do alone. (Emphasis on short)
I like to play piano alone.
I tend to run alone…which is mostly okay.
I like to work alone when I have a lot to do.
I like to write when I’m alone.
I like to fly solo. Literally. In an airplane.
When I started thinking back to my solo cross country flying days, I remembered how truly freeing it was to be alone in an airplane flying over the countryside. It was so easy to get lost in my thoughts – so easy to enjoy the relative silence, soaring over open fields with only the engine noise and some radio chatter for company.
Driving is nothing like this. I wish it was. I can get so restless when I’m driving…especially when I am driving alone. Thankfully, I went to the library this past week and picked up some audio books. They definitely made time go by a little faster, and they kept my brain occupied.
This week, I want to find a place of solo flight in the midst of the normals of life, even though it may not be going up in an airplane like I used to. Anyone with me?