Waking up to be more self-actualized, aware, and valuable to the world is essential. And I wish for a world where everyone wakes up with that ambition.
But first, we have to wake up and get out of bed in the morning.
That starts with rolling over.
Nobody to bump into.
Nobody is hogging the sheet or tugging the blanket. That’s fine.
No hand touching me, nobody to touch in return, not so fine …
Yup, complete freedom – no noises, sublime privacy, no interruption or disruption in the middle of the night – not too hot, not too cold, everything just right.
Waking up alone is freedom. So is solitary confinement.
Some people speak of relationships as some form of bondage – long-term confinement resulting from saying “I do” instead of “I can’t do that” one day long ago when that was the easy choice in that moment – and having answered that call twice in my life. I confirm it worked. Until it didn’t.
Having come close again – not to identical promises, but similar commitments and a shared bed once again for some significant times, but it’s been too long, and I admit to missing that element of having a roommate.
But I appreciate what I’m missing; what I long for is different than what I used to need/want …
Yearning for something different now.
No conclusion, I’m not in a wise space; I realize my temperature is standard-issue 98.6F, but when a hand stroke my chest or touches my back, it’s not the same.
Why is that?
I’m not sure if I should consult with a doctor or have a new thermostat installed.
Loved the quote! Went back to read the venting one...I have been the idiot in traffic mistakes. When we both pulled up to the red light, I got out, went to his window, thanked him for avoiding an accident, expressed my gratitude, fully my fault, sorry! He was very courteous in response, SF, Lethbridge, AB