In search of solitude
(Sometimes)
I usually spend my days surrounded by people, chatter, laughter, music, a collective hum of hairdryers.
I’m very fortunate (and grateful) to love what I do for a living! 25 years in and I am still yet to tire of the craft, plus, I find people in general absolutely fascinating! Even so, at times I can find the salon environment over stimulating.
When I get home at the end of the day I crave the absolute opposite to recharge - alone time, quiet, calm.
I saw a note from
‘s substack the other day that really resonated …“The beauty of being alone is often misunderstood… It’s not loneliness, which feels like a hollow ache, a searching for something just out of reach… Solitude is different—it’s an embrace… a sanctuary… a quiet communion with oneself… It’s where we meet the truest parts of who we are, without the noise or expectations of the world.”
Amen Pammy, AMEN.
I’m writing this post from a hotel room, a solo stay that I decided to tag on to the end of a new year visit home to see my family.
We had snowfall over night and it was touch and go whether I’d make it down to the coast this evening but I have done and now the rain is lashing against the window and I can hear the waves of the nocturnal North sea crashing just outside.