Sometimes you wake up and find you've been missing an integral part of yourself for a while, and hadn't even noticed.
I, just today, realized I've lost my sovereignty. No one took it, but I got caught up in my relationships and work and life and the thousand usual things that occupy our time, and I left it somewhere. Like, on a street corner or something dumb like that. Which is ridiculous, when you think about it, to leave something as vital as one's sense of agency and independence out in the cold without a second glance or thought. Luckily it is easily regained. I fought for it hard the first time, but now I know where it goes, how to get it. I can build a new sense of sovereignty easily enough with a little time and effort.
Tonight, my darling imaginary readers who do not exist except in my own vanity, I'll be taking myself out to dinner. I deserve a nice date night out, and feeling pretty and dressed up in the style of my liking, eating the food of my choice. So I'm getting that, all of that, all by myself. And sitting alone at the table by myself, I am confident that my sovereignty will mosey over and join me, and we can chat and catch up and leave together in the best of spirits.
Easy as one.