Writers spend a lot of time alone at the keyboard.
It goes, almost without saying that we, writers, are by nature solitary creatures, but lately, what with the massive snow followed by massive amounts of snow days, I haven't had as much alone time which led me to ask the following question:
If I can't be alone, who do I love to be alone with?
The answer isn't as obvious as you might think. There's the obvious romantic answer, I mean, I am married and all, but the deeper I dug the more I realized the answer is also a dividing line between the people in my life.
It should come as no surprise that my children fall on the side of the line that's closest to my heart.
It's in those moments of one-on-one time that step out of my role as caretaker and see these incredible people that I have the privilege of shepherding towards adulthood.
And of course, there's my friends...but which friends?
Despite my occupation, I'm a social creature and tend to use the word friend broadly. But the more I thought about who I love to be alone with, the more I realized that even though I'm friendly with many, many people, there's a huge difference between an enjoyable ten minutes of social banter at a playdate pick up and the kinds of soul baring conversations that have the ability to compress two hours and make it feel as though only ten minutes have passed.
Friend seems like too casual of a word for those people, BFF makes light of the relationship and even though they feel like family, that's not right either. They're like the grown up version of blood sisters, except instead of rubbing our bloody palms together we bare our souls.
And lastly, there's my self.
I alluded to it above. In order to be able to process all the thoughts, feelings and emotions brought to life by friends and loved ones, I need quiet time to think my thoughts and day dream. Is it weird and narcissistic to love being by oneself?
I'm not sure and I'm not sure I care about the answer. All I know is I feel lucky to be the kind of person who relishes that precious time spent lost in that particular fog where thoughts go from vague notions into full-fledged creations.
What about you? Who are your favorite people to be alone with and do you need time on your own to bring sense and order to your world?