Eagles Fly Solo

I'm learning to be by myself. To be okay with hearing my own thoughts throughout the day and going places by myself. To recap, I have done this, and appeared normal, I assume, whilst going about these routine things, but inwardly was freaking out and totally not okay being by myself. At least especially while in places where other people were. It's ironic because I am not necessarily an extrovert at all. I am definitely more of an introvert. I like people, I do. But I am most refreshed while alone, in nature or in my house.
Maybe I am becoming more natural in this discovery because now, more than ever, I am aware of how not alone I am. I am comforted by the nearness of God, and the sense of His breath on my life like a sweet mist encompassing my every move. I sense His favor on me like a dew from heaven softly falling like a veil around me, yet not shrouding me in darkness or obscurity but a beautiful light surrounding me. I see His fingerprint everywhere I go. The breeze in the trees like His whisper blowing through the leaves, as the birds sing their chorus to Him. Such glory. The prism of colors painting the scenery like a brush of watercolors over a regular scenario, brightening and invigorating everything.
As I become more aware of Him in me and less aware of me, life is truly beautiful and worth living.
I am reminded that birds of a feather flock together, but eagles soar above and almost always solo. Even though they mate for life, rarely is that mate flying with them. Isaiah 40:31