Living each day much muchier
A momentous but until then overlooked fact was making its first appearance; that I had inadvertently brought myself with me to the island.
Alain de Botton – The Art of Travel
When you’re in a relationship for a long time, there’s a risk you’ll start to take your partner for granted.
You become so familiar with what they say and do that they cease to have the same weight or attention.
Nobody likes to be discounted. It hurts. The relationship suffers.
So, what’s the longest relationship you’ve ever been in? With yourself, of course.
I’ve been fluey for the past two weeks and mostly bound by the four walls of home. Don’t get me wrong. I like my little cottage, but it’s just one of Maslow’s needs.
At some point, the movies and inane Facebook posts run dry.
Eventually, you have to face yourself.
You can’t lose your own company. There’s no holiday, no divorce, no moving interstate from yourself.
All those years you took yourself for granted – only half listening to what you really thought – half attending to how you really felt – no wonder silences get awkward.
Pay attention. You don’t think and feel the way you used to.
Instead of looking for something to fill a gap, be your own best friend.
Imagine exciting futures. Tell yourself good things. Dare yourself to be silly. Laugh at (I mean with) yourself.
That’s what it means to be whole.