A night alone
It was strange having a night alone tonight. I’ve been identified as part of a married couple for these past years that I sometimes have to deliberately spend time with myself to know that ME is still there. It’s not that I feel I’m lost. I think it’s just that the act of reconnecting to myself takes several hours of alone time. I still want to be that person who dances alone in her bedroom and I can’t really be her unless I AM actually physically alone.
This evening, instead of seeing my husband’s great band play at a local bar, I chose to queue up songs that I am in love with write now and listen to them at full volume in my living room. Almost the same as that high school girl in her bedroom listening to The Cure and Sonic Youth. I will see my husband play this Thursday night and I also get to hear him on many occasions as his only audience–except for our cats–so I reveled in my reconnecting time.
The great thing about writing this here right now is that I have virtually no audience on this blog anymore. I used to be so known as a blogger and have gratefully shed that from my identity over the past couple of years. Now I just have to shake Facebook.

