I made a list of all the things I’ve done alone.
Just me. Sola.
I travelled across the world for a job because I wanted to know what it was like to live on the ocean. The middle of the Atlantic is a liberatingly lonely place.
I climbed the highest peak in Africa. I got tired of waiting for someone to agree to do it with me. So I did it. Alone.
I road-tripped along the south coast of Africa alone. Cape Town to Durban, dodging cows and dogs and potholes in the Transkei, just me and a Chevy Utility.
I don’t remember ever feeling alone.
I lay in a hospital bed in Mexico after having emergency surgery for a ruptured ectopic pregnancy.
I do remember feeling alone.
I carried a 15kg back pack across Italy. I did it solo because I needed to let go. And there are certain things that no one can let go of for you.
I bought a home in the most beautiful city in the world. And I filled it with the things I love. And it belongs to me. And me, alone.
I did all of these things. Big, scary, brave, beautiful things. All by myself.
And I’ve done some little things too.
Like hanging a floating shelf on a bathroom wall. And growing a granadilla bush from the seeds that I scraped out of the fruit. And breaking a man’s ribs while trying to keep is heart beating. And filling the cracks in my own heart with books and music and friendship and fresh air until it was whole again.
I did all of these things alone too.
And I wrote this list to remind myself that I’m actually pretty good at being alone. Except, while I was writing I realized that I was never really alone at all.
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You have done what so many of us want to do, but are scared of doing alone. You did it. I have done some travelling alone, but I must say that prefer having a companion along. I’m taking lessons…. Thank-you.
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