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Thoughts written down

“I’m human so I miss things. I miss your smile, your voice when you’re tired. I miss holding your hand and kissing your lips. But missing all these things doesn’t mean I miss you. Anyone can have a smile just as bright as yours. Most people’s voices get raspy with sleepiness. Hands can feel the same. God made lips easy to replicate. So I need to remind myself that I don’t miss you. I just miss things about you; I miss not being alone.” –unknown.

Start your life again — whenever you need to

“Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end.” Don’t you just LOVE that? Go ahead, give it another read! Xo. S.

Hey, May! You’re great

So far, May has been fabuloso! I have been out’n about in the city: Lounging in the sunshine, working in my garden, taking in concerts, chillin’ in the park with friends, discovering new artists, meeting new people, late night bike rides, runs by the water, brunch and too many beers mixed with electric conversation equals a pretty great life. A couple of days ago, while biking home in the wee hours of the morning, I was coasting downhill on a deserted city road when I experienced this overwhelming feeling of happiness — I have honestly never felt happier on my own. I start volunteering this week at Story Planet and I’m so excited — teaching kids how to tell stories sounds like a dream, doesn’t it? I can’t promise that I’ll have much time to blog in the next few weeks, but I will try my hardest. S.

A Solo Affair’s 1st birthday

It’s A Solo Affair’s 1st birthday — oh how we’ve grown! I remember writing my first post and then afterwards hoping that no one would read it!  HAHA. (I’m totally serious). I even contemplated deleting it… go ahead and laugh here. I adore getting to know all of you and hearing your personal stories — it’s probably the best thing about having a blog. So if you haven’t contacted me yet, I urge you to make my day. Much love, Stephanie.

Starting your life over: the encore

Each month a handful of you Google, “How to start your life over”, which directs you to this post, bringing you to my blog. I’m absolutely fascinated by this. Who are you? And why are you starting your life over? Were you like me, brokenhearted and pushed into a solo journey without a map? Or, are you sitting alone at your computer right now in the still night while close-by an unsuspecting lover peacefully sleeps? Either way, I think it says a lot about us. That all of us are looking for a connection, a story of how the ones before us tackled this seemingly gigantic feat. When I started my life over, I found myself at every bookstore and library within a 5 mile radius looking for answers. Crouched on the ground, surrounded by self-help books, irritated browsers were forced to step over me and hopscotch their way through the book littered aisles. The thing about starting your life over is that you get to (and maybe for the first time) be the architect of your own life. You’ll have the …

New year, new possibilities

Well, it’s that time of year again, it’s time to start thinking about New Year’s resolutions! Whenever I think of January 1, I have a flashback to when I was young. I used to love cracking open a brand new journal or day planner — to me, it represented a fresh start, a new beginning. I would carefully pencil in important matters like my up-coming birthday and would write poetry or long and lengthy entries, documenting my days. I’m a goal oriented person to a fault and so my biggest problem is coming up with too many resolutions and then feeling let down when I don’t achieve them all (it’s only slightly neurotic). I’ve managed to whittle my 2013 goal list down to three. In 2013 I want to focus more on my private writing projects, take solo vacations (I can’t wait to blog about this) and try to be more spontaneous in my day-to-day life. Are you making New Year’s resolutions? If so, what are they? S.

101 little solo stories

Today’s a big, big day! I’ve posted 101 blog posts on A Solo Affair and I can hardly believe it! What’s crazier is that people are actually reading what I write! Even though I make a living as a writer, this blog, however silly, means more to me in some ways. I have the freedom to write whatever I please without a dreaded deadline or content stipulations lurking over my head. It feels more like play, which is such a relief. I’ve been writing my entire life. Journals, private blogs, stories, essays, and before I could write, I was telling elaborate lies — ah, the mark of a true storyteller. As most of you know, I’m no stranger to blogs, as I’ve been privately blogging for close to 10 years now. A Solo Affair became my first taste of blogging out of the closet and at first, I was utterly terrified. It feels funny to write now, but when I first started this blog,  I didn’t want to tell anyone about it. Although I’m a fan …

Figuring it all out

Three weeks ago, I moved out of my condo and like any unsupervised adult, I waited until the final hours were dwindling down to begin packing up my life into ratty, and slightly unstable cardboard boxes. Alone in my living room, I surveyed the mountain of cardboard that was carelessly chosen to be carted along with me into the next chapter of my unwritten life;  and as I bid adieu to the waterfront view I was leaving behind, I silently cursed myself in the still summer night: I thought I’d have it all figured out by now.  The only thing that calmed my fragile nerves besides the cold Corona in my hand, was knowing that nowadays most twentysomethings thirtysomethings have the same recurring nightmarish thoughts. The truth is, most of us don’t have a clue what we are doing. We are all just walking around with out-of-sight hands shoved deep within our pockets, where our anxious fingers can be found tightly crossed. We’re all silently pleading for that long overdue Aha moment to finally show up, or bump into us like …

Living alone

Have you ever lived on your own without a roommate or partner? This year was a year of firsts for me and added to my lengthy list was living solo. The night before I was to move into my new place, I remember feeling this overwhelming sense of panic — I was utterly terrified to be all alone. Those feelings of dread quickly evaporated as soon as I realized I could do whatever the hell I wanted. You know that scene from Home Alone when Kevin McCallister wakes up to find he’s all alone, rejoices at the top of the stairs, runs around the house like a lunatic, fires off Buzz’s BB gun, and then caps off the night by chillin’ out with a gangster flick while eating a bunch of junk food?  Well, that’s the essence of living alone, and it’s absolutely blissful! There are a multitude of perks to solitude. Walkin’ around in the buff is one of them. Occupying the entire closet is pretty amazing, too. I ate chips in my bed once (I got crumbs everywhere) and …