I believe in the power of community.
There is something beautifully necessary about the exchange and the emotional interactions nestled throughout our interpersonal connections.
I write on my resumes that I work well alone or on a team. I am a natural leader, and read folks well, collaborate, listen. I am eager to learn from others.
I am an only child but was not raised in the manner of one. Yet I was still alone.
There is a moment when you realize the covering of your friends and loved ones is more valuable than that of the hold you have on your sanity.
But still, isolation is a necessity. No man is an island upon himself nor is a woman an ever-flowing fountain.
There has to be a source.
We must have balance. What happens when you just want to be alone? There always seems to be people around.
I flee to big cities where people don't know me. And where I can blend in even without fitting in. I fear standing out amongst these strangers with no one there to protect me. I am not yet bold or brave enough to do so without some type of anxiety.
In familiarity, I am wide open and giving. In a strange land, the creature that I am rests and acknowledges the quiet and peace tucked and waiting in the corners of my mind.
I may dream of you. I may hold my hand against your skin. You evoke laughs and stories and tears. We work and build and walk in harmony. Still, isolation is my therapy if not also my assailant.