The Healing of Harms
Today is the first day of my yearly vacation. I'm sitting on the patio of my (rented) beach house, overlooking the Outer Banks.
I'm already feeling a lot better. Escape is, as ever, one of the things I can count on to return me to emotional equilibrium. I needed it badly.
I took a long walk around sunset, exploring the beach to the north. My attention diverted from time to time noticing couples holding hands, but it didn't leave me the lingering sense of emptiness that's been plaguing me in months past. It's easier to be at peace with oneself here. Even for me.
I'm already feeling a lot better. Escape is, as ever, one of the things I can count on to return me to emotional equilibrium. I needed it badly.
I took a long walk around sunset, exploring the beach to the north. My attention diverted from time to time noticing couples holding hands, but it didn't leave me the lingering sense of emptiness that's been plaguing me in months past. It's easier to be at peace with oneself here. Even for me.