I spent the little time I had wandering (at a rare snails pace) the streets and kicking back over brewed tea leaves. I met with a friend or two, we chatted over our happenings, laughed over nothings and delved into the deeper of life's details. Until the time came for one - me. Amongst the coffee machine clangs and surrounding chats, I sat alone with a whirl of my emotions stirring, ready for the taking. When I look beyond my mind's quick response to distraction, I can reach them. I overcame that self-imposed awkwardness solo-tea-drinking can be paired with and slipped away into the sweetest moments of some kind of relative alertness. I was miles away from thoughts of tomorrow's commitments. I focused on the sunlight dancing through the trees, I opened a book, even took pen to paper and jotted thought. These are the little things that if I take time for, guide me to a simple quiet within me.
I rested in this moment for the little while I spent on my date-for-one. I reminisced on my days spent pursuing life in another city, solo; a memory now flooding its gorgeously bright light in every direction I set my dreams towards.
I figured there must be a light bulb moment in everyone's days. Mine was then; only at that time, completely alone, was it possible to ponder my dreams and directions to shape an unshakable bond with every ounce of who I am.
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