On this the occasion of over 1000 hits on my blog, I feel compelled to recap where we've been, where we are, and where we are headed (to be understood as the royal "we" as in "we are not amused". )
In just over 3 months and just shy of two dozen posts, I have shared the emotions that accompany my hope of meeting Mr. Right and the inherent disappointments that give meaning to the expression "it's a jungle out there."
As I look back, I am astounded by the sheer intensity of my responses. Among other things, I whined at another birthday, I used the word abyss a lot, I compared dating to smoking, I stopped listening to music and I cursed mornings.
Albeit not fun, given the same onslaught of disappointments, I am sure that my response today would not reach the proportions of the last few months.
Of course there is a fine line between a proportional response and apathy. And I know that it is that very disproportionate intensity which liberated my creativity. Those mercurial moods will undoubtedly visit me again and I have learned to accept it as a part of my life.
But for now, I don't know if my chakras are unblocked, if the planets are aligned, or if the drugs have kicked in, but my responses to the same situations seem so much less volatile than they were.
And maybe in that shanti, in that groundedness, in that magical place of "when you least expect it" my life will soar.
Armed with the astounding positive feedback from these last three months of cathartic reflection, and with a laugh at myself (lest someone laugh at me first) I'll continue to reflect on my experiences.
As it turns out, I have a lot in common with a lot of women. And they are not all divorced and not all over 50.. and a good many of them can still wear horizontal stripes.