Waffle House~Port Royal, SC
I rather relish these moments of becoming a recluse to my own whims. I do not dally in their unfolding. I simply find what matters most to me in this middle life craze. That's me, myself and I. I need the best of me to forge ahead, not everyone and everything else I garnish myself with along the way. Those things and people are/were important and meaningful, but they do not make my dreams reality nor emote my truest desires.
Leaving behind the brandishing of titles and the conquering of monumental odds was no easy task. I rather liked those aspects of myself and so over time I've wielded them, released them, wielded them again only to cast them aside one final time. I find I'm more relevant now. Relevant in that my instincts and desires fit into a far more important role that competes with no one, relies on no time clock and simply allows me to just be.
So I'm staring down at this breakfast bowl of grits, sausage, egg and cheese thinking "this is the best of everything." But I would say the same were it just the grits, just the sausage, just the egg or simply the cheese. Any one of these singularly would make my day complete. And so on the days when I have it all I'll enjoy it, but the days when its just me I'm far more likely to be happy.