Alone, but Not Lonely

Today has been quite a full day for a day off. I woke up, baked cinnamon rolls and watched Weekend at Bernie's, which is the best way to start any Thursday (in case you were wondering). I finished my first skirt for the spring! I also made some Christmas presents, but I can't say what they are, otherwise that would ruin the surprise. I also baked two dozen Devil's Food cupcakes for an Air Force DEP Holiday potluck. I'm becoming quite the box mix baker. You can't screw up the recipe when all it calls for is eggs, water, and oil... well, I suppose someone might be able to mess it up, but not this gyal!

Here is a picture of my finished skirt. Yay!

I've been so domestic today, and it's a really good feeling. The thing that is really driving me crazy right now is that my room is a horrible reflection of me. I spend more time here than I do anywhere else in this world, and will continue to do so for the remaining cold months. So I am desperately feeling the need to "nest" as Lo Lo, my sister, says. So I've been trying to think of ideas to incorporate my silly craftiness and the warmth and comfort my room seriously lacks. People normally comment that my room feels like me, but I want it to be more comfortable for company. I'm alone all the time, and my room definitely has an unaccommodating feel to it, which I hate. But what do you do? I'm not going to invest in furniture when I'm getting ready to peace out. So this means I have to get really creative. Making a bunch of throw pillows wouldn't be difficult, so that's one thing I could do... I'll figure it out.
I saw a wonderful video on youtube today, posted on Facebook by Post Secret, who I am very grateful to for sharing. It's a poem by a woman named Tanya Davis. It's called "How to Be Alone", and it's very sweet. It's so very consoling to see that it's more than okay to be happy alone. And that it is possible if you love yourself and learn to find what you need from others, just in unconventional ways. It's also a reminder that even though I feel alone, I'm really not. Jesus hears me when I talk to him and He actually cares to listen. Isn't that so kind? Even if I loved someone a lot, I wouldn't care to know everything they think or to listen to them constantly. I would get tired of it. But He doesn't... I guess that's why He's God and I am not. I even get tired of hearing myself, so I'm surprised He hasn't told me to shut up once or twice.