You'll have to imagine the mergansers. They're there, I promise.
The mergansers were waiting for me when I arrived this afternoon. First there was one swimming around, but soon twenty or more joined her, paddling about among the rocks in front of the deck.
“Do I want to be that lone merganser or do I want to join the group?” I asked myself.
“Right now, I choose that lone merganser.”
After spending the past week enjoying family and friends, I feel a little uncomfortable admitting to myself and to others my relief that I have four days of solitude before me. It’s a challenge to acknowledge this desire, for I am aware that most people don’t experience this need to be alone as much as I do.
However, I presume that some of you reading this blog resonate with this dilemma-- choosing to be the lone merganser or part of the flock. Feel free to comment here or at Share your story.
“Do I want to be that lone merganser or do I want to join the group?” I asked myself.
“Right now, I choose that lone merganser.”
After spending the past week enjoying family and friends, I feel a little uncomfortable admitting to myself and to others my relief that I have four days of solitude before me. It’s a challenge to acknowledge this desire, for I am aware that most people don’t experience this need to be alone as much as I do.
However, I presume that some of you reading this blog resonate with this dilemma-- choosing to be the lone merganser or part of the flock. Feel free to comment here or at Share your story.