It occurred to me recently that finding my place amongst my tribe of people where I feel welcomed and wanted is unsettling.
Makes me uncomfortable.
Could be because of my divorce and going through the detachment from someone I thought was forever. The sting of rejection knowing I was no longer loved or wanted.
And the many other prospects that followed after who eventually fell away either mutually, by my choice, or theirs.
Then there are the friendships I cultivated where I bared my heart and soul, sharing the deepest secrets. A safe place I once retreated to but later discovered I was misunderstood and judged.
I often feel like a lonely traveler, wherever it is I’m headed. I’ve been part of something and also separated. I get along well, I’m easygoing and enjoy the company.