I have come to know myself best as one.

Just me, with no one to speak to, other than maybe the waiter who remembers my order.

I think about the things I remember about people. It isn’t always, or usually, their name.

But maybe that’s okay because in all ways possible, I remember who they are and that alone give names to them.

I think that’s why being accompanied by just me, no one to hold but me...I am at my best.

Because I am learning me.
I am naming myself.
I am riding this lesson all the way through.