Now that the Pandemic is hopefully on the wane and we are reintroducing ourselves to our friends and neighbors ,it reminds me of the time when I entered the military. One of the first things they did was march us through the barbershop and cut off all our hair. I remember coming out the other side and a friend of mine jokingly saying “who did you used to be”? Current circumstances have made me ask the same thing.
Through all of the preceding months of directed or tacit behavior, I came to realize that, within my physical isolation, my best friend was me. Regardless of circumstance, I was always there for me. When something needed to be addressed, I was there to discuss it with myself. At every turn, the one person I could count on was me. The reality was and is that the most self sustaining person in my life is me. Always has been actually. Just perhaps not consciously.
So now, here we are, re-entering what passes for life today, suddenly confronted with all the voices and rhetoric coming out of storage and re-engaging us in vocal communication beyond our solitary musings. Words exchanged between willing and welcome participants, haltingly at first, but slowly becoming more comfortable.
I still talk to myself however. Everything I have ever done, right or wrong, has been as the result of one of these conversations. Decisions made after considering alternatives, mulled over by our voices within. There is a comfort in that. Exercising the freedom of thought and action based on my values, my paradigms. And of course, the most significant thing is, I win all the arguments, make all the decisions, and of course, I am never wrong. Occasionally mistaken perhaps, but never wrong.