Surprise Peace





 Its no secret, I have been battling serious depression. I could call it anything I wanted, but I knew the truth. The only sign that I was giving in to it in any way, was the fact that I was hiding in the house.
 Then I heard the trails of a local park calling to me, and I answered. That hike has been the beginning of something wonderful.
 I took my dog Bella and hiked up a mountain, the hike up was rough due to being so badly out of shape, but we made it. The views as always were amazing. The feelings of accomplishment exhilarating. With it being a week day there was not a lot of people around. The walk down, even more amazing. The peace the healing, the feelings of comfort surrounded me and made me feel so much better.
 Today, I had to go for groceries. I knew what I would be facing. Aisles upon aisles of Valentine's Day stuff. When I got to those aisles, I was somewhat dumbfounded, there was no pain. There was no sadness about not being pat of a couple. I looked at all the things that were offered ad smiled, just more stuff that I didn't really need.
Stuff, does not make a relationship. Stuff does not show love, respect, consideration. Stuff, is simply, stuff. What makes a good relationship, is respect. Respect for each other and each other's  differences. To spend time together doing things that each enjoy. To be comfortable having long conversations, or simply sitting together in silence.
 Acceptance of the things that make one who they are.
 Seeking to encourage and strengthen each other.
 Finding ways to do big or small things to help each other.
Today, when I stood there looking at all the stuff on the shelves, knowing I was single to the max, for the first time in three years, it didn't bother me.
I guess I am finally learning to be happy with just me.

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