S-man is off on a 36 hour adventure with a buddy that involves massive amounts of food, 3 fishing poles, a net, a sleeping bag, alcohol, a kayak, barrier islands and big fish stories.
I had just read somewhere that we are our truest selves when we're alone.
If this is correct, my truest self reads outside until it gets dark while eating an apple slathered with peanut butter. Arranges some flowers, makes a huge mess, sweeps then mops the kitchen floor.
Runs the vacuum cleaner in the living room, toasts a piece of bread, tops with mayonnaise, avocado, mozzarella cheese, basil and eats it in two gulps. Then throws in a load of laundry.
My truest self seems to like to wear a sawed off pair of sweats that hits oh so not becomingly at the calf and a shrunken tshirt.
My TS is answering emails from people on Match wondering what books I have read recently and what I cooked for dinner.
Tomorrow I'm meeting a virtual stranger for coffee after physical therapy.
I'll be in gym clothes and have a messy hair thing going on after my neck and shoulder massage.
Looks like my TS is coming with.
Love me, love my truest self.
I'll take a big breath. You cross your fingers.
What does your TS get up to when you're all alone?