I'm back in the mix.
Old but young again. Single but a mother.
At least motherhood is familiar.
Dating is familiar. But not. I don't want to do it the way I did last time. I am different now: stronger, wiser. I refuse to repeat my mistakes. I will do a better job this time. I want to choose more wisely. No pity dates. No games. I've had ten years of games. And they left me shattered, bloody on the pavement.
It's all a whirlwind. Work. Motherhood. Migraines. Callings. Social life. Workouts. Sleep? Not really. Trying to eat right. Read. Write. Vent my feelings rather than bottling them up. Exploding. Regretting. Remembering to breathe.
And then something new in the mix ...
My man. A new one. A real man, who is present, compassionate, loving and attentive. I haven't had that in a long time.