"I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
Henry David Thoreau
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| "I thought of that while riding my bicycle." Albert Einstein commenting on the origins of the theory of relativity (and also me, commenting on the origins of this blog post) |
I mean that, of course, quite literally.
But also metaphorically.
After months and months of effective and uplifting professional therapy, thousands of sincerely self-reflective written words (Thanks, cannabis!), scores of interesting conversations with many also-divorced men and women, the earnest support of my good friends and loving family, aaaand a few undeniably clarifying microdoses of psilocybin, I'm beginning to feel like I'm drawing nearer to being able to view myself, at the very least, as someone somewhat partially-restored, re-created in fact, a newly viable human being (albeit perpetually of the work-in-progress variety now), less consumed by sadness, regret, and self-loathing than I have been for some time.
Let's also add hundreds of bike rides alone in the woods to that list. In fact, let's put them somewhere near the top.
Because every single one of the bike rides that I've been on in the last 20 months has helped my healing immensely.
