I believe I’ve written quite a few posts on this subject.

When am I most happy?

I believe I’m most happy when I’m alone, when it’s just me and the music or podcast or audiobook playing in my ears. I’m also most happy when I’m out and about, whether in the mountain somewhere, in my car heading to the office, or just in the garden doing garden chores.

I think if you are a regular reader of my blog, you can see a common denominator. No mom. No family. Just me, alone.

Some may ask, “Well, won’t you be lonely?”

“Maybe.” Just maybe.

During my quarterly meeting with my dietitian therapist on Monday, I told my dietitian I have a hard time picking out food at the grocery store. “Nothing interests me,” were my actual words. It was funny because a year ago, when my mom was in Japan and I was alone, I knew exactly what I wanted, what changed?

Happiness!

I was actually happy a year ago, when I was left alone, when I had the freedom to choose what and when to eat, to sleep, and how to live, despite for only a few days. So I’m happiest when I’m alone and free.