When I was a child, legend (aka my parents) tells that I spent hours upon hours by myself.
I wasn't an only child, my older sister was only two years older from me, but I preferred to spend most of my time reading, drawing, playing, in SOLITUDE.
I was never lonely, because I had my imagination, my mind to keep me company.
I enjoyed my solitude. I wasn't bored by it. I was rather 'born to it.'
Solitude was a safe haven, a shelter to my feelings, an anchor to them.
Solitude was in may ways - my very own bat cave.
I am no longer a child, and in many ways I have changed drastically since my younger days, but solitude has never changed its appearance to me. It was always and remains - a vocation of the soul.
So today, as I was pondering my love for solitude while I was - surprise, surprise - in solitude, I made up a word to describe the experience best: SOULITUDE.
My minutes and hours sitting down and writing this very blog - is a dive into 'soulitude.'
And maybe YOU, dear reader, maybe reading my words offers you some sense of SOULITUDE.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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