My husband went out of town this last weekend, leaving me alone with our dog, Rosie. It felt weird without him around for a couple of days. During the weekend, we usually work out together, stop for coffee and run errands. Saturday nights are often spent going out to dinner, theater, or dancing.
Although I missed his company, I really liked the feeling of hanging with myself. I spent time reading, working out alone, and cooking. I thought of him often, yet enjoyed the feeling of being separated for a short time. During his absence, balance was being restored and a new sense of longing was being revived.
It was wonderful to see him walk through the door on Sunday, partly because I had missed him, but partly because I felt good about the time I had spent with myself.