I enjoy sitting alone at cafés. I love just sipping my dark roast, writing in my journal, working on my blog from my tablet. Staring out the window. Between coffee refills I like taking a walk outside in the sunshine. This is my morning ritual. It seems to work for me. Starts me out on the right foot. Feeling good. Once in a while that ritual gets interrupted when someone who knows me spots me, and then I have a choice to allow them to sit with me, or tell them I need my space. I have done both, depending on my mood.
But more and more, it’s getting too uncomfortable to sit with these people. So I know that something’s gotta give. I can’t avoid them entirely because the community is not that large, and it’s inevitable I will run into them. So, I know I am going to have to send them away. Feelings will get hurt. But my feelings seem to be the most important now. And that is the most interesting point to me. Continue reading “Freedom”