Alone

I suppose we all end up alone sometimes. It can be a deep and sinking feeling, not knowing what to do with yourself. I read a book or run. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself and pout, but then I think of my Mom saying, "Put away that big lower lip". When that self-pity comes over me, I'm learning to go ahead and do something about it. Self-pity is the sanctuary of the weak and depressed, a place that is not worth the time or effort, or lack-there-of. This time I am alone by choice, but I won't be alone forever. Deep breath. Keep moving.