I am not quite sure what shifted in my life over the past few months, but I can feel it. I am happier than I have been in years. It makes no sense on the surface. This summer, quite frankly, I was miserable beyond words, and now, I am far from it.
Nothing major changed. I am still single (more on that later), I am only slightly closer to starting the family I so desperately want, and my dad still hasn’t fully retired from the canoe livery. My teaching career is not yet off the ground, and I am not yet a published author. It just doesn’t matter that much anymore. I am working toward the items I listed above, with one notable exception: a relationship.
In fact, finally letting go of the idea that I should be in a relationship may be responsible for my new-found happiness – and my renewed focus. After finally fully addressing my feelings for one man in particular and letting him know exactly how I feel (it wasn’t going to work), I just didn’t care anymore.
It isn’t that I am completely giving up on the idea of ever being in a relationship. No, it is more than that. Maybe I am finally learning that there is nothing stopping me from what I want out of life. I know what it is like to be in an awful relationship, how destructive it can be, and how it can slowly erode over time without one even realizing it until it is far too late. I also know what it is like to continually wonder if you should let your true feelings be known. In this case, this person’s friendship meant so much to me that I did not want to jeopardize it. That is what I feared most: that he would no longer be a part of my life.
For the first time in 15 years – actually, most of my adult life – I am not in a relationship nor do I necessarily want to be in one. There is no one in my life I would like to date, and I am fine with it. Finally.
So far, my little “yes” experiment has been a success. You can read more about it here. There is so much to do and so little time.