I have so much peace! Living alone has taught me things no relationship ever has. There is a surreal power in having a space that belongs only to you. I love being able to come to every decision, every routine, and every moment of rest without asking a man if it’s okay before I go lay down. My apartment is not just where I live. It is where I decompress. Reset, This is where I come back to myself without explanation or interruption.
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I love living alone. It gives me room to breathe. There is no negotiating my peace. No tiptoeing around someone else’s moods. There is no feeling like I have to perform outside of my comfort just to exist comfortably. When I close my front door, the outside stays outside. That separation has been healing in ways I did not expect.
Keeping my apartment off boundaries has become a form of self-respect. In reality, keeping my personal space sacred is what I enjoy, my energy, and my daily movements. My apartment is not a meeting place, a duck off, or a convenient stop. My place adds to my peace. I am intentional about who enters even more, because I am intentional about how I feel when I am here.
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I purchased my first major furniture pieces for my apartment this year during the spring. There was once people wanting me to have an apartment filled with furniture pieces that were tossed to the curb for the trash. People at that time was saying the cheapest thing to do was to get everything used. I did not say much, becuase once I had the money to get a moving company to donate it all to the swamps of Louisiana. I did just that! I threw that out my apartment for the cause, because that furniture held on to energy that I no longer wanted to harvest.
This space holds my routines, my creativity, and my rest. This is where I write, where I think clearly, where I can decompress after all I have been through. I have learned that peace does not require constant company. I have learned that solitude does not mean loneliness. Solitude can sometimes mean safety.
Living alone has also strengthened my relationship with myself. I trust my instincts more. I listen to my needs clearly without any one else to influence them. I move at my own pace. There’s something comforting about being able to exist without explaining yourself to anyone.
My apartment reflects who I am in this season as well. I am more calm, intentional, and my energy is protected. Keeping my apartment off boundaries is not about isolation or bitterness. It is about discernment. I am choosing environments that support my healing, my growth, and the life I am building without the opinions from others.
This season of living alone has reminded me that peace is not something I have to ask any one else for. I pay my own bills, buy my own groceries, and mind my own business. Peace is something I lock the door and come home to.
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