When I was 11 or so, I once led a group of friends in a game of follow-the-leader. I led them down to the creek and along the sand banks, jumping over the occasional log and muddy patch. On our return trip, I was astonished to run into a goodly number of copperheads coiled up cozily on these same sandy benches. With a combination of screams, shouts and agile dance moves, we all made it home safely.
I think romantic relationships are a lot like this.
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.