I'm a dreamer living in a cynic's world where speaking your mind doesn't come cheap and playing by the rules is a losing battle.
I take things to the heart, where it matters most, don't let go when people get close. I rarely look before I leap, have regrets and am losing sleep.
I fear the unknown and love surprises, scoff at danger and dread goodbyes.

Faith in God comes in waves, faith in self is a work in progress.
My mind wanders and my memory fails.
A skeptic that wants to let go, let my soul lead, and just know.

There are some moments as I get older that make me realize I am, indeed an adult.
One moment: almost reaching a euphoric high over knowing that your morning consists of sleeping in and hot chocolate.

Just a speed bump..

Not a road block.

When quitting is a good thing...

Prior to Sunday, I hadn't been on a real date since breaking up with Mark. Compared to the absolute atrocity of this so called date, I am pretty sure that another 6 dateless months would have been just fine.  The date consisted of meeting at a bar, having a drink (which I paid for), eating at a sandwich place (conveniently located next door!), and getting the ever anticipated (sarcasm) invite to his place to "watch a movie." I politely declined.  Is this what dating is now? Have I been out of the game that long? Are men really that lazy? And cheap?  And horny?  I am sure that I will laugh about this disaster at some point in my life, but unfortunately, right now, I am frustrated beyond belief and pretty bummed out. 

I wasn't expecting a lifelong partner out of this date but I thought I would at least get a decent meal and perhaps have a good time? 

nervous. ahhh!

Thank God..

for strength.