It’s like looking in a hallway of mirrors.
How can a blog site entitled “Something Like Life” have a blog post titled the same thing and a blog itself containing said phrase? I am a magician, that’s how. I am about to whip up some weird voodoo shit. You think I am joking? I probably am.
I realized today that I had forgotten all about this blog. I haven’t made a post in a long time, and the reason is because I usually don’t gravitate to the blog unless there is something I need to get out of me. Right now, my focus has been on my writing and I have taken a sense of pride in believing that the words I write for money (or publication) are more important than the words I kick around on the intramahwebnet.
I have also been rather busy lately. Lots of little things going on. Been spending a great deal of time with the kids. Been focusing on my writing (I am almost halfway through my SECOND novel btw). Been trying to catch up on my reading. Been getting out of the house and enjoying the summer while it is here. Went on my first “first date” in 8 years….
*zzzzzzzzip!*
Yeah, I figured that you wanted to hear about that. Oh yeah, and to the people I tell that I always feel some innate need to explain that I don’t consider the short-lived internet fling I had last year as a “date”. That was more like an episode of The Twilight Zone that just so happened to end as some sort of trip. And then, when I do that, I also feel compelled to reach a little further back into my past and explain that I also don’t consider the 4 months of incessent phone calls from a drama queen that I worked with as “date” worthy either. I consider both to be crutches and a way of keeping some distance while I healed. To be fair, however, the internet fling literally changed my life and how I looked at life and in some ways was my most intense relationship to date. I just have a hard time calling it a “relationship” because most of it existed in cyberspace or cellular space and there was very little face time.
There is no other way around it, though. I can reason away those experiences last year as something less than a “date”, but I can’t reason this away. In a lot of ways, I am glad I can say that. It’s like the first step back into something normal, after about 18 months of struggling to recoup from a divorce.
For the past year and a half I have consistently said that I am not ready to date (even casually) and the reason was because I had not learned how to be happy on my own. Well, somewhere around March of this year, I finally learned how to be happy on my own. To be content with who I am. To finally love myself for who I am. It was a long, uphill battle but I got there.
Is it such a surprise that this would be the next logical step?
Doesn’t surprise me much. I had a lot of fun. It was good to be on a date with a girl again. It’s good to be happy again. I feel like I am in a very great place in my life and that I’ve come so far.
The date consisted of going roller skating (I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, but hadn’t done it for YEARS lol), going out to eat, and then watching a movie at my place. The girl is fun and we both enjoyed ourselves. That’s pretty much all I’ll say.
The thing I wanted to touch on the most (and after a long period of nothing but negative blogs, it’s time I put up a positive blog), was that my life is finally picking up momentum and I am happy again. Happier than I’ve been in a long time.
Humpty Dumpty may have gotten most of the pieces glued back together.
