Everything's Gonna Be Alright...

Last week I went on three dates with three different individuals.  Two men, one woman but they were all very much alike.  They were all in a state of transition in their lives and after our dates, I felt no urgency to see them again.  They left me aching for the one I loved but can't seem to get along with.  This week I chose to not go on any dates and I probably won't any time soon.  I've been chasing love since I learned how to run and what has it truly afforded me?  Bad knees.  Not much more.

It occurs to me that not everyone is promised a beloved.  There are socks that will never find a match.  Perhaps those socks are asked to be their own beloveds.  I've decided to be accepting of this and look no further.  In a way, it's a relief if slightly disappointing.  Kind of like learning there is no Santa Claus.

This isn't to say that everything lacks luster these days. I keep getting thinner.  I'm the most financially stable that I've been in many years.  I am good to myself, and people follow suit. I will find my groove.  I will find my purpose here on my own.