If you are not happy by yourself, in your home for the day, are you happy overall?
I remember a time when I did not want to be home alone because I would stalk around finding trouble. At different stages of my life, trouble has meant different things. Now, I have found a delightful peace in being alone at home. This is when I write. This is where I can find trouble, throw lighter fluid on it, and watch it burn until I douse it out. I could do that all day. I DO do that all day.
A decade ago, this gaping hole of time and space might intimidate me. I might fill the day with outings and appointments. Or, home alone and aimless, I might find trouble.
Now? I start to anticipate long days stretching forth. Time to research, revise, and re-visit plot ideas that take some hashing out, or webbing, or even… color-coded notecards. Having time to indulge my creativity is a real luxury. I try to appreciate it by actually working all day. Be it outlining, revising, brainstorming, or querying-- I try to make the most of my dream job.
Sure, I sit on the couch, with my dog, a cup of coffee, and a view of layered greens outside my bay window. I never thought that an ideal day would be like that for myself. That’s part of me finding my happy. Have you found yours?
No? Good luck.
Either way, try to remember that it’s your job to be happy with yourself. Alone. At the home you have chosen for yourself. If you are still stalking around finding trouble, might I suggest a creative outlet of your choice?