A fortnight of the alone lifestyle

Currently, my wife is in Europe until the end of the month. Aside from next weekend when I’ll have my girls, I’m living alone. 

Just me and the cat.

For the first time ever I’m living without another human.

In 40+ years.

My living arrangements of the past four decades have gone… living at home with my parents, to living with my first wife, back with my mum and now living with my current wife.

The next fortnight will be, in my memory, the longest that I’ll be living solo.

And, I’m aware that it comes with dangers.

If I sleep in, then no one will wake me.

If I choose to eat corn chips for dinner, no one can stop me.

If I decide to binge Netflix until the wee hours of the morning, there will be no dissenting voices.

I can watch porn.

I can stay in bed all weekend.

I can postpone the washing.

I can do… almost anything.

And no one will stop me.

At the moment, it’s just me. 

And the cat. 

And my conscience.

And the Holy Spirit.

And, this is the danger of living alone.

And why I caution Christian guys against it.

For, anonymity… boredom… and opportunity are the fertiliser of bad ideas.

Indeed, it is not good for a man to be alone.

And, for the next fortnight I’ll be on my lonesome.