Sometimes, I feel lonely. I suspect some of my family and friends are starting to worry about my relationship status. Or lack thereof. (You know it's bad when your gay, male friends want to take you to a straight bar.)
Then again... My grandmother met her third husband at 47. Two of my aunts married during their late 30's and early 40's. (The youngest of which gave birth to her first child at 41.) One of my neighbors - same story.
What I'm getting at is... It's never over. Know what I mean?
And until you find someone special... Try to enjoy and make the most of your time. Doesn't have to be like Eat, Pray, Love either. (Not a bad read though. And watch the Best, Exotic Marigold Hotel.) Earlier this week, I did some online shopping, got some exercise, and gave myself a pedicure. Game of Thrones will be back this July; I'm about to binge watch the last season. Tomorrow I'm driving to Atlanta to visit an old friend. And I've always wanted to write a novel - so I'm taking an online class next month.
I believe love gives our lives purpose, but we all - too often - focus on the romantic kind. And it strikes me as sad because - when we worry about what we lack - we frequently fail to feel gratitude for what we have. All the greatest loves of my life - thus far - are platonic. The three friends I've known for years - who stood beside me during some of the darkest moments of life. (And encouraged me to party a little too hard, but held my hair back when shit went sideways.) My cousins - who were my first friends - and provided me with the opportunity to play the Cool, Fun Aunt role. These are the people I get out of bed for everyday. Even if I never marry, I will never be alone.