Solitude

I love being alone. That's one reason I hate working--being around people all day is overwhelming. I live in my own solitary little cocoon of a house during the day. Resting, writing, being creative, cooking and cleaning, followed by an evening with the one I love. That's all I really want. A simple Catherine sort of life.

I want to live more creatively. I miss making things and writing. I doubt myself out of doing the things I really want to do. I'm tired of this cyclical habit of avoidance. I avoid the things I love because I'm scared of being vulnerable and afraid of failing.

I'm pondering this morning. Wondering about certain things, self-loathing in others. I am a big messy mess today. Oh well.