The Art of Companionship
In my years of being single and home alone without kids, I have learned how to exist in my own space pretty well. There’s a certain amount of peace and contentment that comes with learning to enjoy your own company. I can go to the movies alone, I often eat at restaurants by myself, and will often sit in front of the television and laugh out loud at what I’m watching to an empty house. There is a certain peace with being comfortable in your own space. Then there is the moment when you are looking at the couch cushion beside you and it’s just empty. A moment when you are thinking, I don’t want to be here alone.
It’s not that I can’t be alone or that I don’t sometimes enjoy the moment when I can have a Singing In The Rain reenactment that involves me dancing with the vacuum cleaner, but I just want someone to be there. I’m slowly but surely learning about the art of companionship. Companionship provides a someone to go to concerts with, someone to share a bottle of wine with (because if I’m home alone…) someone to grocery shop with, to discuss the craziness of the day, someone to just be. Companionship is about enjoying the company of another person. For me it’s about having someone to people watch with, to guess the life stories of those around me. Someone to have a drink with and eat chicken tenders dipped in ranch dressing. To watch Guy Code and shake my head in jaw dropping disbelief. To see basketball games, and football games, and baseball games, and if absolutely nothing else is happening…hockey. It’s about discussing the merits of low calorie bread that tastes horrible but makes it so your fingers don’t have to have direct contact with the turkey. It’s just about someone to do life with.
Life is better with a companion. I know I’m a very lucky woman who not only shares companionship, but also a love with my companion. After all these years, I’m slowly starting to pull away the walls and allow another person into my full life. Slowly starting to expose the everyday boring glorious monotony of my life. I don’t always know how to incorporate my companion, how to ease him into my life, but what I do know is that I want him in it. All these years I thought I was searching for a powerful passion and love, but while that is a need of mine what I was really after was someone to go to dinner with, to laugh with and to occasionally sit silently beside me on the couch.
When God was creating the world He only said one thing wasn’t good. “It’s not good for man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him” Genesis 2:18. So today, while I don’t know what I’m doing completely, I do know that I love this new found companionship. I’m excited to see where God is leading me and love that I have someone along for the ride. So now I may reenact the Singing in the Rain moment, but I may drag the guy to stand in for the vacuum cleaner.