Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Dating, as an adult, is some new shit. Speaking clearly about intentions and going forward anyway is also new. Seeing an adult is new. That’s not to say perfect and people don’t need inspiration here and there, but it’s nice to have an option. I’m dating. A man. Like a grown up. Who has baggage and trials and tribulations and goals and perfections and shortcomings and needs and fears. Just like me. There is no posing. We just be. I changed my return flight 3 times. 3 change fees. What am I crazy? Nope. As Cece would say…”trying”. There are children, and families and blended situations and so much stuff and so much living. I feel like I’ve been standing still thus far. And by my instagram account of course I’m always moving. But my actual living part…engaging….attached. It was missing… It is missing. I don’t want to put the cart before the horse…but hard work pays off. As long as I don’t sabotage myself….as usual, I believe I’m in for a nice ride.
Got me re-readin Bell Hooks up in this piece.