I’ll be asleep soon.
It’s 6:00 pm, and I’m fairly certain of it— tonight will be an 8:30 kind of night.
My goodness, it’s been a full twenty-four hours. My body is fighting a chest infection/cold and yet I’ve continued to move through life, sucking in just about every form of stimulation the universe has had to offer. However tiring, it’s been all sorts of lovely.
I spent a great deal of the day with one of my most precious friends, one of the few people in my life that I consider to be a ‘soul mate’ (and I’m sure I don’t need to explain the criteria needed to make this particular category of friends. It’s something your heart just knows, wouldn’t you say?)
Anyway, midway through my corn fritter, whilst trying desperately not to cough into the sugar bowl, it occurred to me just how much my homebody ways limit me from experiencing life’s good stuff. Like friends. Like coffee. Like coffee. ( I’m sorry, had I mentioned coffee, already?)
I’m an alone person, that much will never change. But today the universe reminded me that even alone people need someone else.
Bonus points for those of the ‘soul mate’ kind.