I was flying solo for just a couple weeks. Enjoying the freedom of doing whatever my heart desired. Only answering to the chickens and the pups. I'm good at being alone. I like it. I actually love it. So much time to think, reflect, and scheme. What does it all mean? Where are we going? Is this the right path? You know, all that deep shit.
I'm happy to report that the novelty of being alone wore off. That my desire to share life with someone so dear overruled my desire to run around without reins. My brain realigned with my heart. My heart rolling her eyes at how long it took for the brain to catch up. And the path is a beaten, clear as ever. A good feeling. A great feeling