Embracing Solitude: Finding Strength and Connection in a Fulfilled Solo Life

Some mornings I wake up already five steps behind, my mind racing, my heart tender, my standards uncompromising. I feel like I’m too much for this world and not enough for it all at once.

I’m a rollercoaster of emotions I have to talk myself through, EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

I lift heavy in the gym, but some days I carry even heavier inside. And still, I rise. I self-soothe. I whisper to my wounds, "I'm enough."

I’ve cried in the mirror. I’ve stared at my phone, hoping someone out there would just… get it.

It’s hard, this journey of being soft in a hard world. It’s hard to hold space for healing while still craving connection. But I’ve come too far to dim now.

I’m not a mess.

I’m layered.

I’m complex.

I’m evolving.

And there’s something so wildly brave about being yourself anyway.

So today, I remain the loudest voice in the room. I’m allowed to take up space. To cry mid-rep and still slay the rest of the set. To want love but never settle for crumbs. To be a little too much, and still be so damn worthy of everything I dream about.

I’ve built a full life, solo coffee walks, gym dates with myself, nourishing meals, and a playlist that always gets me back into my body. But I won’t lie. Sometimes I want someone to lean on. Someone to talk to after a long day. Someone who can hold space for me without shrinking from my strength or my softness.

But here’s the thing: I no longer sacrifice peace just to have company. I don’t chase a connection that doesn’t feel safe. And I don’t romanticize a man who can’t schedule a damn date.

I’ve done the work. I’ve held my own hand through heartbreaks, healed from patterns that tried to silence me, and built a life I love. So no, I don’t need to be chosen. But yes, I still believe in love.

I believe in soft kisses and deep conversations. I believe in someone matching my energy. I believe in partnership, not performing.

Until that shows up? I’ll be over here… loving myself loudly, lifting heavy, and not lowering my standards for anyone.

Because being me is hard. But being anything less would be a disservice to everything I’ve become.