She whispered "Hey you. It's me. Your soul. Remember what this feels like?
Remember what you feel like."
It's the first trip of the year.
Shit, the trip hasn't even started.
Just me and 8 hours of solo travel.
Most dread it.
Me? I feel alive.
On the plane, earbuds in, mindlessly drawing.
Feeling that slow ease wash over.
The shit storm of the last 24 hours doesn't matter.
The episodes of the past stopped playing on a loop.
The what, where, how, and who of the future said it'll all work out.
Trying isn't even a thing.
Just pure presence.
The chatter of the husband telling his wife to put her phone on airplane mode 27 times.
The girl sleeping next to me.
The lady playing sudoku in pen across the aisle.
I can feel it building.
The contentment.
The fluttering.
The expansion.
I'm going somewhere.
It doesn't even matter where.
Like my head and my heart and my soul remembered they could line up.
Feels like the polar opposite of the woman I was yesterday.
On the move but still for the first time in months.
My smile can't contain the tears. The good ones.
I whisper back, "I missed you."
Lovely!
Thank you