A world on my own…

I am 43 years of age, (urgh! My inner 23-year-old subconscious still shudders every time I say that out loud!) and it’s only dawned on me today, that I am much more content when I am by myself than when I am with anyone else. If I have a date on the settee planned with myself and a good Movie and I hear a knock on the door, or a car pull on the drive, I am actually slightly devastated!!

I happily go to the gym by myself and would be over the moon if I was the only soul in there. Appointments, new car test drives, car journeys to see family or friends, shopping, tattoos, you name it, I would rather go it alone.

It’s odd really, I don’t think anyone else I know is like this, so maybe it really is unusual?

Don’t get me wrong, I have amazing friends, wonderful family and I still, 22 years on, absolutely fancy the pants off my Husband, but I really do love my own company.

I am of course always pleased to see him come home and I still feel relieved when I hear my daughters key in the door, you never stop worrying about your kids after all. But when I have planned to do something on my own, or just have a day at home by myself, please don’t interrupt me, or ask me to go out, because I’ll be really disappointed when I can’t think of a valid reason to say no!!!

Hmmm, I wonder if I could manage a holiday on my own?…

…Oh yes, I absobloodylutely could!  😉