I’m sitting in a meeting this morning, feeling good about my potential for productivity today. This is a big deal right now because I’ve been paralyzed for a week. Restless, depressed, anxious, exhausted, weepy…you name it.
I’m listening to the speaker and notice my hands feel dry. A typical result from lots of hand-washing. Nothing interesting really. So, why am I mentioning it?
I usually carry lotion with me, and I reached into my bag, still listening to the speaker. I unzipped the pouch, pulled out the small bottle of my favorite scented lotion….
And reached for my wedding ring…
…as if to remove it before using the lotion.
The realization suddenly hits me, but not as hard as I thought. Typically, I would describe these things as hitting like “a ton of bricks” but this hit more like “a slow pitch softball”.
It got my attention, and I felt a twinge of sadness.
I miss being married to my best friend. I miss having a deep connection built over time where love creates and repairs the building blocks of a strong foundation to your relationship. I miss having a companion and someone to call and tell about the seemingly meaningless aspects of my life. Turns out, those are the things that really matter, I guess.
