I'm Back...Again
What a weekend. I just got back from Rhode Island a few hours ago, and am slowly unpacking my things again.
What, you may ask, was I doing in Rhode Island?
I was taking a huge risk, that's what.
I'm unsure of the outcome of my risk, which is a bit of a bummer. I was really hoping I'd sail home on cloud 9 this afternoon. Alas, that's not how things went. But, the point is that I ran toward the risk and I did a little of that thing called living this weekend.
By now you've probably guessed that the risk involved a man. A very, very good, decent man. I met him on vacation, and he invited me to visit. The old, pre-Frog Kisser book, Susan would have constructed a million reasons why it was stupid to even think for one minute that that trip was worth taking. But the post-Frog Kisser Susan is ready to put her heart on the line. I locked all my expectations in a closet and just went with the flow. Things did not always flow in a direction that I liked, but that's life, isn't it?
I have no idea if I'll see this guy again for a variety of reasons that I have no desire to discuss on a public blog. I hope I do. I really, really hope I do. But even if this weekend was all we end up having together, it was worth it. Taking a risk is worth it.
1 Comments:
Good for you, Susan!
As you know, I am an introverted person, so it was very hard for me to break out of my comfort zone back when I was single and in a new town with no friends. But I *made* myself get out of my normal patterns, and it really helped me meet a lot of interesting people (i.e. men) that I otherwise would never had met.
In fact, that is how I met the spouse!
Life is only so long. Better to stick your neck out, than look back in 50 years and wonder about 'the road not taken.'
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