I think some people are just meant to be alone--I mean as far a life partner. I've heard it said that everyone has a soul mate, another half, if you will. Some of us, by that I mean me, are just too different to have a match. I am absolutely sure that there is no one out there who would "complete" me. Maybe I just feel too complete in and of myself. I am happy alone. Of course sometimes I get lonely and miss feeling as though I'm attractive to someone, but pretty much, I'm happy.
I like going where I want, when I want, with whomever I want. I like not worrying whether or not the kids are bothering anyone. It makes me happy to spend time with the kids--outside exploring, inside baking or cooking, sleeping all snuggled up together, it all just makes me happy. No one wants to take my attention away from them or theirs away from me. We can overrun our home with a plethora of animals and no one cares.
I'll walk through the storm confidently by myself. Umbrella? I don't need no stinking umbrella. Let it soak me through to my very core. Let me breathe in life and exhale loneliness through my rain-soaked lips.
