Occasionally I want to run away from all of the things (and humans), to live in the desert in relative solitude.
I suspect I’m not alone in this longing.
Connection is not an antidote to misanthropy.
I find it hard to endure people some days. Damned hard.
Guess I’m an introvert after all, notwithstanding the courtroom, boardroom, backroom advocacy and public speaking.
My life was simpler when it was just me and my dog living alone in a foreign country. So much simpler.
I miss simple.
I miss the joy of embracing a random moment, of not being pulled in 47 directions at once, of chasing a small, neurodiverse human with remarkable capacity for self endangerment, of not wondering where the love in my life went and how it got replaced with periodic drama and distress.
I miss love. Not Hollywood schlockery. Not the head over heels stuff. Love. Finding joy in the little things – favourite socks, clean teeth, crisp morning air, the first signs of Spring, random acts of kindness. Random acts of love.
I am done with the negative, the naysayers, the demands and the drivel. Done, I say.
Down with drama. I stand with LOVE.