I recently saw a blog post from Tales of the Motherland called “Alone in a hotel room”.
From the title I assumed it would be a sad post full of soul-searching. While I write this (very rarely do I type and go!), I haven’t read the blog post, as I don’t want to be swayed by the content.
It struck me how much just one word can convey.
To a busy parent it could mean 5 minutes of peaceful me-time
Or it could be someone travelling for work with only wifi and/or satellite TV and/or mini bar for company. (Not exactly alone then!…)
‘Alone’ can mean so many things to so many people.
It can mean a deep, empty feeling of being on your own.
It can mean shutting a door on an intrusive world.
It can mean time to free your soul by putting pen to paper in letter writing or any kind of writing.
It can mean absorbing yourself in a book (bliss!)
What does it mean to me? Well, from past experience, alone is a black place to be. Being alone can mean too much time to wallow. I used to feel ‘too’ alone when I experienced depression (which was, thankfully a good while ago now).
I used a journal to record something positive each day and when I recovered, I vowed I would never, ever go there again.
Along with focussing on all things literary and writing, I try very hard to keep my Virtually All Sorts blog positive and to that end, this post will finish on a positive slant.
For me, ‘alone’ has to be indulging in a bath of the perfect temperature, candles on and a good book afterwards (don’t want it getting soggy or the ereader falling in the bath!!)
So what was the point in me writing this post? It struck me how just from reading a title containing a single word can provoke thoughts and feelings and inspire a whole new blog post. Do read Dawn Landau’s post at Tales from the Motherland to see why she wrote the post that inspired this post…
What would you do if you had some ‘alone’ time?
Tell me in the comments below.