My wife was tired.
Not from drama. Not because something was wrong between us. Not because our marriage was off track. Things were good. Very good, actually.
But it had been a long year for her. I could feel that something in her needed space. Room to breathe. Time to think.
A year ago, I had been drifting in parts of my own life. Over the last nine months, something in me shifted. I came back to myself in a deeper way. Clearer. More present. More certain. And from that place I knew something simple, not easy or evident if one does not take the time to notice.
I noticed.
We needed time alone together.
Not a dinner out. Not a quick break. Not some efficient reset squeezed into family life.
Real time. Just the two of us. Alone time.
I was heading to Japan in March holding Flow Sessions in Fukuoka and Osaka. Once they were done I had it in mind to meet with my family in Tokyo. On second thought I thought having a rendezvous solo with my wife there, just the two of us was a better idea.
So I told…