That’s what they say. Everyone has a story. Often times I consider mine to be dull and eventless. I have never been engaged. I have never been married. I don’t have any kids. I don’t own my own house. I don’t fall in and out of love. But my story is my story. Mine alone. It has every aspect that anyone’s story has, and I am venturing out on the limb of vulnerability here to share it with you. Why am I doing this? Why am I, a very private person who would be content in the woods, by a lake, in a cozy log cabin with her great dane, weimereiner and briard, sharing this story with you? Because I have learned from so many other stories. I have cried at the dullest of stories and laughed at the most serious. I have felt hatred and fear and loneliness through the pages of my favorite authors, and I have rejoiced and celebrated with fictitious characters. Now maybe you can experience the whole spectrum of emotions through my story.
Right now I am in a place in my life where my personal goals far outweigh my desires for romantic love. I’ve been in this place before. I consider it an intersection of sorts. Here I sit, at Contentment Corner waiting for the light to change. But while I sit here waiting, I’m singing at the top of my lungs with my favorite radio station that just happens to be playing on the radio. I have all the windows open, sunroof allowing warmth to cascade down my neck as the 77 degree weather envelopes me in it’s perfection. Warm breezes, hint of honeysuckle in the air. And I am content. The light can stay red forever, as far as I am concerned. But as with any story, this has been a journey. I have just finished the longest leg of my trip down Loneliness Lane. The rainy, dreary, desolate part of the trip where no radio station comes in clearly and the CD player is broken. The kind of ride I hate taking by myself because there is nothing to do but mope. I am sure I will happen upon that road again. I am sure I will be forced off the exit by the drowsy truck driver who is not paying attention. But for now I will enjoy the scenery, the music, the scents and the breeze. And while I am here, let’s take a look at the beginning of my love story. Grab a warm mug of tea, and enjoy this vicarious experience of love lost and unrequited. It’s been a journey.
