I love living on my own. The weekend mornings are the best. Well, pretty much any morning waking up to my own place is good, but weekend mornings are the best. First, of course, is having absolutely no time I have to be up except my own, and then reading one of the many books I have lying around. After that comes a hot shower with the heater on (my bathroom has its own little wall mounted heater that pumps out really warm air) and maybe some raw oatmeal. Then a 20 minute walk into town to get magazines (national geographic and some crafty thing) and my Starbucks. Then I spend at least an hour sitting in the coffee shop reading. Then I get whatever food I want to eat later, then stroll back to my flat listening to the ol mp3 player all the way and totally daydreaming, sometimes I don't remember the actual walk back.
yes, life is lived dangerously here in the fast lane that is my life. I do truly love having my own place to myself though. But then, I have almost always lived with other people, so I suppose it's only natural I would savor this opportunity. It would now take a lot for me to even consider living with someone else. there's dirty dishes in the sink, but they were dirtied by no one but me.
There's clothes on the bedroom floor, but they were left there by me. I don't have to worry about someone else's mess, and no one expects me to clean up after them. and I don't have to feel guilty about having my artsy craftsy crap lying around. I can leave paint in the kitchen and brushes on any table I choose. Right now the dining table is piled high with sketchbooks, and they're all mine. Isn't that what the dining table is for? who actually "dines" any more, anyway?
Live Cage Free!!!! or, at least be wild caught.
You can rebuild your self-esteem. Rebuild it into a way that others cannot destroy it anymore.