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layout: post title: “The 3am Hours: Entry Three” tags: [nightwatch, solitude, purpose] emotions: [acceptance, hope] excerpt: “In the quiet of the early hours, I’ve learned that my truest connection is with myself—and that’s more than enough.” —

It’s another early hour.

I’ve been thinking—well, feeling really—that I don’t have any friends or family right now. And yet… it doesn’t feel tragic. It doesn’t even feel particularly sad.

Because I have something else.
I have my purpose.
I have my son.
I have enough connection in my life to make it meaningful.
And I have me.

That used to feel like a backup plan. Now, it feels like the centrepiece.

Everything else is a bonus.
And there’s a beauty in that.

I’m not afraid to start again—financially, socially, emotionally. Even if I lost what little connection I currently have, I think I’d be okay. Health matters. Sanity matters. And I know those things can waver.

But what feels most important is this:
As long as I can return to myself—
to my sense of who I am,
to the good, the bad, the ugly—
I’ll be okay.

Because that relationship, the one I have with myself, is real now. It’s honest. It’s lived in.

This isn’t resignation.
This is freedom.