Received an email from a friend a couple of weeks back, and it has had me thinking ever since.
In it she asked me how I do life, how I'm okay with being alone, how do I keep from becoming too isolated, how did I make a home and a life for myself without someone to help me?
She asked in a sincerely genuine way, as if she would be able to draw some strength from my answers.
It was touching and eye opening at the same time.
I live a simple life, I go about my days doing what I need to exist, and the process brings me happiness.
It's really that simple.
I never thought anybody noticed me, or wondered how I did it.
I love my life, I'm thankful for every day I have, and I am so lucky to have the family and friends that I do.
There are times when my arms get tired, and I have people there to help me hold them up.
Do I ever wish I had someone physically here with me?
To take Abby on walks with, someone to brush of my car, or talk to at the end of the day?
Do I feel loneliness when I've made too much dinner, and have no one to enjoy it with?
Of course.
But it comes with the territory.