As I got older and became a mother I've experienced times when alone time was a precious commodity and on more than one occasion I've literally hidden out in my bathroom for reprieve, however brief. My children got older and pursued me less and less (avoided me in some cases) and the novelty of being alone just became a reality for me. Especially whenever my husband deployed. What could I do? Not see a movie, eat out or travel? Then it all made sense. Not feeling pressured to make conversation. To be alone with my thoughts. I've learned to cherish my time with myself. More and more I'm venturing out on my own and enjoying my solitude.