75 km so far this weekend.
This is the first day of my solo weekend bike trip.
Since Stephen’s mates from back in our youthful drinking days are all descending on Berlin this weekend for a stag do (that’s bachelor party in American), I knew I had to get away. Technically, they’re my mates too, but, not being a lad, I wasn’t invited to the party.
I’ve planned a little 3-day trip south of Berlin. It was going to be longer, but it looks like there’s only going to be a two-day window of good weather, and I really didn’t fancy biking and camping in the rain.
This morning, as I was packing up to go, things felt totally normal. I was doing all the things I always do before we head out for a day of biking. Later though, I kept having the nagging feeling I’d forgotten something. Eventually I realised what it was.
I’d forgotten Stephen.
It’s a rare thing for me to get to do things on my own. I have to admit, IT IS AWESOME.
Today, I went at MY pace. I stopped when I wanted to stop. I took the route I wanted to take, and put the tent where I wanted it. I cooked the way I wanted, and got into bed at 7:30pm. Because I wanted to!
People with a spouse often forget what it feels like to be that free. Singletons take note, you have a precious gift that you shouldn’t ignore. You are free!
For those of you who are part of a couple, when’s the last time you had a day where everything went according to your whims? If you haven’t had one for a while, maybe it’s time to plan an escape, for you, yourself, and you.
So here I am, snug in the tent. With just a single sleeping bag, it seems enormous in here.
Now I’m going to spend the rest of the evening reading, because that’s what I want to do. ♥