I am single. Again. There, I said it! It is not something I thought I would be facing at this point again, but it is what it is. You live. You learn. You move on. No hard feelings. The most glaring initial problem with break-ups is getting back acclimated with your single self. More nights at home alone. Less confidence in who to choose to accompany you to certain events. That was always his job. Although now that I think about it, his work schedule and overall lack of interest in things that interested me left me still having to make that choice, but it still felt like I had more opportunities to have an "escort" or buddy. But I digress. There are a few events that have come up recently that I have invited friends to, with no success. I will be the first to admit- it happens. Life that is. My girlfriends have kids, and husbands, jobs, stressful re-occurring life issues, plans, class, work assignments. Lives. They need naps, and rest, doctor's appointments, money, and a rain-check. I cannot be mad. Is it frustrating? At times, yes. But it's adult life.
So where will I turn for companionship during this re-adjustment period? Within. I have decided to take myself on dates. Not once in awhile, but regularly. Not in that corny, girl you need to get to know you before you can be with any man! type of way, but in a sincere effort to just keep myself entertained and interested. I purchased one ticket to see Amel Larrieux in September. I gladly accepted two tickets to the Black Harvest Film Festival from my boss yesterday, with no idea of who would get the other ticket. I had struck out with my first three offers. So before my co-worker showed excitement and I offered her the ticket, I planned on attending the short film series on Love (yes, Love) last night, by myself. It has been a awhile since I have courted me. I admit, I'm a bit rusty, but taking care of myself is a necessity. I cannot wait for the right companion to emerge. I have to keep moving forward, to make this a smooth transition. In fact, I am going to take a breather from inviting others to the "party" so much. If it happens and we get together. Great. If not, no biggie. I think I can handle this alone.