I think I’ll just have a nice loving relationship with myself for a while. No pressure. No expectations. No judgement. Easy forgiveness. Gentle encouragement.
I can walk along at my own pace. I can sit by myself and watch the sunset — making sure I don’t stare so long I go blind. I can take myself out for ice-cream any time I want. I can laugh at my own jokes. I can wear those holey shorts and not give a damn. I can lie on my back and stare up at the night sky in wonder, pointing out constellations to myself — and making them up, since I won’t have any idea what I’m talking about.
Yeah, that works. I think I’ll do that for a while.