It’s always sad when a potential relationship does not work out. But the good news, for me anyway, is that this time the unsuccessful nightmare remained in the “potential” category — no U-Hauls were rented & I did not give up any furniture. Still…it’s, well, sad: no “special someone” for the holidays, no constant companion for a dinner out or a trip to the beach, no one to share all those special cat moments with. And then I start to wondering — do I need to be concerned that I actually LIKE to live alone, that I LIKE having my space be my space only. There are no compromises or negotiations to be made (except for who gets the recliner, me or a cat), no fights about house cleaning (or the lack thereof), no financial battles. Surely there must be other independent souls out there who would like to “go out” without the “OkayWeHitItOffSoNowWeHaveToRentATruck&SmergeHouseholds.”
So my search is on hold for now. I like myself & my cats & my friends & most of my activities, so really, what is the point of complicating all that by trying to fit another human being into the equation who may totally not add-up.
I often (very often) question god about this NotBeingAbleToFindThe”RightPerson” stuff — like, what’s the deal Big Guy? I await a response, but god is playing his cards close to the chest on this one. All I can do, it seems, is let the chips fall where they may for now. All bets are off & I can only play the cards he’s dealing me.
Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.