Alone and Liking It

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.