A Place in the Sun
Everybody got somebody. Except for me. I am just sitting here with a dog named Boudreaux and one I call Pierre. We've got nobody else to keep us warm, and that's just fine.
Being single has afforded me the opportunity to see a broader picture. I connect the dots and learn something about myself. I learn about others in my past too. I can now see them clearly for who they are.
The wise Donna Fargo once sang, "You can't be a beacon if your light don't shine". I subscribe to that belief -- often to the disdain of others. I refuse to be captured, tucked away, and put on some shelf. I am happiest when my light shines bright.
Can two people truly co-exist in a relationship where their individual spirits are allowed to glow? Or will fate forever conspire to dim that which is special in each of us? That is where my real worries lay.
Until I can trust another, I am content flying solo and untethered. I have my own place in the sun, and that spirit yearns to keep shining bright. Shine on firefly. Shine on.