Wellness

You’re sitting in a quiet room. The only sound is your breath, slow and steady, or maybe it’s jagged, catching between the ribs of your ribs. You glance around, and you see empty chairs, empty walls—no one to interrupt your thoughts. This is being alone.

Being alone is a choice you make or a circumstance that finds you. It’s the luxury of a Sunday morning without noise, the freedom to dance around your living room in pajamas if you please, the sacred space to write that messy first draft or to cr…