Restless. . .Relentless. . .And More. . .I Know

I walked out on my husband last night. Not out of anger, frustration, bitterness or any other negative reason. I just felt a wandering in my heart.

I didn't get all dressed up in order to troll for men or anything that exciting or dysfunctional.

I just wanted to be left alone. And I wanted to be alone. And I wanted to drive around looking at the stormy sky looking for photographs. And I wanted to go to Macy's or Walmart or Goodwill or Michael's. . .Alone. But with me.

And when I arrived home two hours later, I still felt not quite myself. But I'm ok with that. . . .

If you always felt like yourself how could you possibly learn, grow, change, enjoy life?

And like an angel or perhaps a very wise fellow, my husband breathed barely a whisper. . .