I was trying to remember a quote during a discussion last night as it summed up, in that moment, an inherent difference between men and women. It’s not always a huge difference, but it makes itself known in subtle ways.

Man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart,
‘Tis woman’s whole existence.
– Lord Byron, Don Juan

It often feels like my whole existence; like the pull of the the moon on the ocean, it creates an ebb and flow of emotion. It is a blessing and a curse.

I’m ready to get back to the “blessing” part.

Miss MoL