Wow. Lots of time has passed since my last post. Nationally, personally, financially, "parentally".
Most of it has been good. I have settled into single life and have learned to love it. I am not sure if I can ever love again and am okay with that. Now, it seems enough to learn to love and like myself. That has been an interesting trip.
I find that I no longer really care what anyone else thinks about me. The assumptions people make are hilarious. The misunderstanding of my relationships with my male friends is on-going, but I have to admit, I sometimes find them confusing too.
I love that I can let myself be attracted to and laugh with men without having to think it is sexual. I also love that so many people assume it can only be sexual. I am flattered that I am seen as still being sexual.
It is interesting to live as a sexual celibate and consider what makes me tick without sex being part of the equation: Friendship, family, becoming a grandmother, my daughters, laughter, Art, in all forms, gardening, the grown-up spelling bee, Darts, a good glass of wine and a great poem or lyric.
Are they enough to fuel a full life? For now, yes.
Trust and love? I think they will come again. I am ready now. Wasn't before. Now, time will tell.
Slainte
1 comment:
Oh stop. You sound like you have lots in your life.
Being creative is not whining or feeling a need to prove yourself alternative.
It's not telling a story by taking off your clothes or singing to be heard.
Try taking a senior shopping, push a cart thru Walmart without whincing, take a picture without airbrushing. Try using nature as metaphor.
It's not being crass or loud to be noticed.
It's clasping at the moments of grace.
Watch how the Coen brothers do it, clever without too much intent.
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