I want what I’ve got now. But I need to accept the vicissitudes of time.
I’ve enjoyed my year and more of self-isolation from the risks of coronavirus. But this is only because my isolation isn’t totally true. I share my home life with Pat even though I don’t accompany her on daily walks.
But I shall not sentence her to venturing further afield on her own.
My cocoon needs to split. My wings need to stretch. I need to fly in order to be part of the real world as it reassembles itself.
But will I be a butterfly or moth? Or a what?
Probably a what. Trust me to be individual.
My priority is to share my life with Pat. And therefore share her geographically adventurous intentions. They come as part of her package.
And I love our jaunts together, wandering and roaming wherever in the Mediterranean coast and the Atlantic islands
St Luke tells of a potential disciple who said “I have married a wife and therefore cannot come”.
I’m in the opposite corner. I’ve married Pat and therefore I need to get out and about with her when it’s physical safe for me, probably in July after I’ve been able to be vaccinated against coronavirus.
That’s what I want and it’s what Pat needs in order to enjoy updating her hiking guides.
We’re in this commitment together.