For years, my excuse for not writing more was that I did not like doing things alone. Writing, I was not alone in realizing, is what most people do alone, and I thought I would only enjoy writing if I collaborated with other people.
However, for seven-and-a-half years (which I, alone, am counting), I have been writing this daily blog alone. Actually the lone exception to that is when my then-boyfriend, now-husband Michael wrote two blog posts alone when I was having open heart surgery four years ago (here and here). In the past, when I had heart-related surgery I felt very alone, but that time I did not feel alone at all.
If you see the theme of alone in these images from yesterday, you are not alone.
That’s my only son, Aaron, waving hello yesterday to my beloved friend Marcia in California who, like the rest of us, sometimes feels alone. That photo reminds me of the one I alone took exactly two years ago when I got off the plane in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Aaron alone knows how much I dislike having my name misspelled and I loved how he and his friend Camilla greeted me there. I hope I am not alone in appreciating Aaron’s sense of humor.
By the way, I am worried about the U.S. Presidential election in November amidst the pandemic and troubling developments with the U.S. Postal Service, and I know I am not alone in that.
If you leave a comment below, I doubt you will be alone.
I alone know how grateful I am to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU.