Feeling content to be on my own
Just a quick one before I go to bed. I’m snuggling into my duvet (typing this on the iPad) feeling all cozy and warm, and it occurred to me.
I’m okay being on my own. In fact, I quite like it.
I can do what I want when I want. I can have a quiet evening in, or drink wine with my bestie, or go out (when the kids aren’t here).
I quite like my own company.
I’m okay with who I am now.
I have more confidence than I’ve ever had. I have more faith in myself than I’ve ever had. I think I might even be happier than I’ve been in years.
Woa! Quite a bit of realisation going on there.
I think that’s enough for one night.
I’m off to bed!