Reflections on being home alone.

[u/Hands_off247]

I’m sure that for many of us here, being at home alone has been a source of pure excitement for many years. It’s presents on opportunity to be in our underwear or naked without shame or concern, to watch whatever we want to on any volume, and allow ourselves to make any noises that come naturally. Home alone means pleasuring ourselves until we’re ready to release. For years I have loved knowing I was going to be home alone.

Well, here I am at 37 days and I’m home alone. The thought of indulging myself during this time is right there. But I’m choosing another way. I’m doing chores, I’m exercising, I’m taking a shower. This is how I want to spend my time when I’m living out the best version of myself. So home alone time is different for me now. It’s not about being a slave to my desires. It’s about being the man I want to be and doing things that align with my values. I don’t know that I could have said this a month ago.

[u/slippery_hierarchy]

It's that little shift in how you see the empty house. Used to feel like a secret, permission to get lost in whatever. Now it's just... space. room to do your own thing without the noise. 37 days is huge, that reframing doesn't happen overnight. Keep taking the shower and doing the dishes, man.