The Third Time’s a Charm!
Why I’m playing hooky these days
An update to my readers:
I apologize for the delay in responding to the thoughtful and wonderful responses that you leave on my posts. Sometimes I wonder what it is I do to deserve this love and support.
At other times I’m overwhelmed by it and it takes days for me to come to the right frame of mind to respond.
Imposter syndrome, hello! And yes, if you’ve wondered about it, many of us suffer from it from time to time so you’re not alone on this.
However, there are also times when a post I’ve written is so heavy and painful, a sort of dumping of all the difficult emotions I want to wring out of my mind and soul that I don’t feel like revisiting it and reminding myself of all the things I want to forget.
Nevertheless, know that I appreciate and am deeply grateful for each and every one of you who take the time to read my work.
This time I’ve been playing hooky for an entirely different reason. A good one.
Some of you may have guessed it by now, a few may roll their eyes as in “Here she goes again!”
It’s not like that.
There is playful flirting that I indulge in and things I’m utterly serious about.
And what is happening now is something beautiful — like a sweet daydream — a high I don’t want to come off anytime soon…
Why am I sharing this?
To show that despite suffering a devastating breakup some months ago, I am pleasantly surprised to find myself open to love once again.
I take no credit for feeling this way.
When you are courted in such a classy and romantic way as I am with utmost respect for my boundaries and thoughtful consideration about my feelings, it does have a way of breaking down the emotional walls I have painstakingly built around myself.
It also helps that he understands the language I speak when I write.
Depending on how you look at it, maybe I’m a hopeful romantic at best or incorrigible at worst considering the heartbreaks I’ve experienced. I know myself well enough to be both in matters of love.
Third chances
Oftentimes than not barely skimming the surface is some people’s idea of falling in love.
No wonder it becomes a disaster.
Such shallowness never makes the foundation for something meaningful, nor does it make for something lasting.
I would know.
And then there are those times when you are swept off your feet by refined manners, gentle ways, and a solidity of presence that is at once reassuring and comforting as a warm embrace.
So if you see a delay in my responses or reading your posts, you know the reason now.
I’m just happy being in the moment and enjoying it. I don’t know where this will go or how it will unfold but for one I’m not overthinking it or letting fear get the better of me.
Again, I don’t take credit for feeling this way…and it’s wonderful just the way it is…
😊
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