As many, or most, or all of you know, I have a twin sister. In many ways, this has been such a blessing in my life as I have always had a companion. We played all the same sports in high school, participated in all the same clubs, we went on to the same college, we were roommates, we both majored in public relations, and oddly enough we’re now both admissions representatives at two different private colleges. My whole life I’ve had a partner, and when I married my best friend, Justin, in 2008 I thought things would be no different. But, for the first time in my life I’m dealing with something that I’ve never faced before: being alone.
Always having my twin sister by my side, I’ve never done a single thing alone. All of the things that help strengthen a person growing up, I’ve never done. Scary first day of high school: alone. Making friends: alone. Starting college: alone. Facing the real world: alone. No, no, no, and no. You can imagine the situation I find myself in now, as my husband travels the majority of his time with his job. I find myself on a whole new battle ground.
Is it weird that at the age of 24, I feel like maybe I don’t know myself as well as I should? Being on my own, I’ve discovered that I can do some extraordinary things (what seems extraordinary to me, most likely will not to you–dog vomit all over the carpet, disgusting!), but I’ve also discovered that the smallest things can make me crack (a picture that falls off the shelf and shatters–what am I supposed to do?!).
Right after college, my twin sister jumped out on her own. Hot, single, and ready to mingle, she got her own apartment, started her career, and has dated a few decent guys. She seems to have it all together and while living on her own, nothing seems to phase her. So why am I such a weeney?! I left college with a plan–graduation in May, first real job in June, wedding in July, puppy in August, masters degree program in September–yet, when I find myself alone, in the most quiet depths of my being, I completely freak out! With a bachelor’s degree down and a master’s degree soon to be completed, I find myself at a complete loss on how to function while I’m alone (what do I do if the porch light burns out?!).
All of this being said, I’ve decided that I need to try to turn over a new leaf in my alone time. While I can safely say that I’ll never feel totally comfortable being alone, why can’t I learn to savor some time for myself? Who says I can’t take a hot bath and drink a mug of tea in the middle of the afternoon? And who decided that it was only kosher to drink a glass of wine on the weekend? All in all, and what I’m trying to get at, is that no matter our circumstance, or what we were born into, or where we’re going, we can all come to a place where it doesn’t have to feel scary to be alone. Drink it in… although it’s different, at times it can be refreshing.