When I was a little girl, I never associated being alone with being rejected. I loved my time alone because it involved hours of acting out my fantastical imagination with princesses and palaces without interruption.
I’m not so different now than I was then. I still love finding time away from the world. I love coffee shops and talking to God out loud and I love the freedom that being alone affords. However, if I’m not careful, my heart will distort and twist reality so that I believe being alone equals being rejected. On too many days my joy of aloneness is sabotaged by the painful realization that I am alone because I am no one’s favorite.