Living each day much muchier
A friend of mine often peppers her conversation with phrases like ‘on my lonesome’ and ‘single little me’. I was never sure how to respond.
Today, I felt the space inside me that those comments must spring from.
I was at the grocery store, the only one open on Good Friday.
It was packed with people bustling to buy family dinners and I was buying things like one leek and a small carton of milk.
I felt vulnerable and alone. I felt like a single, little me.
It’s not a nice feeling.
Like my friend, all I want is to define myself as one, whole person but this feeling was not it. This was isolation. This was a sense of smallness wishing she had someone’s permission to be there.
I stood in the line and closed my eyes.
“I give my own self permission to be here. I am my own anchor.”
Then, like a boss, I bought my groceries and walked home.