Relationships aren’t like streams flowing into rivers en route to their respective ocean homes – effortless, just happening – because they involve more than one party.
This is not meant to imply ‘managing one’s relationship with oneself is a picnic’ because it isn’t.
But they deserve time, something we shortchange ourselves on too often – we not only deserve it, but we also require it. The re-charging is one part sleep, one part staring out at the world, and one part idleness = ready to go again. The conversations on this are internal dialogue, we have them with ourselves, and we never share them with anyone.