I’m appeasing my inner monk.
While I’m not wearing a brown hooded robe and spending the day in prayer, I am wearing a hoodie, and might have said a quick prayer that this is the year I finally find full time work as a writer and get into a relationship.
But I am finding peace in the solitude.
Spending any holiday alone is difficult, but my birthday has always been a day that I’ve tried to spend with someone special.
My favorite birthday will always be the one a few years ago when Rachel, aka The Girl Who Moved Away, and I went on our first date.
Lately, though, it’s been a one man show, and that’s really caused the dark clouds to roll in and then remain with me for several days.
Today, though, The Modern Philosopher is a Modern Monk.
My inner monk finds strength in the silence, and knows how to use the alone time to recharge his mind and soul.
Basically, I’m having a great day watching football, reading all the messages and birthday wishes from friends and family, and devouring this cool book I picked up at the library.
Sure, I’d love to spend the day with a special someone. Who doesn’t enjoy holding hands, smooching, and opening presents?
But my inner monk has taken a vow of chastity, so he does not miss the company of an attractive member of the opposite sex.
Honestly, though, the quiet is nice. I went for a long run this morning, which reminded me that I might be getting older, but my body is still holding up well.
Monks really have no worries, so I’m enjoying a stress free day. Sure, I think it’s a little weird that all my thoughts are in Latin, but I took two years of it in high school, and remember enough to get by.
I’m sure I will atone for that sin by going for long, sweaty runs in the week ahead once my inner monk returns to the abbey.
I’m on my own, but doing just fine. Thanks to those of you who have sent me birthday wishes. My inner monk will remember you in his prayers…