The other day I was chatting with a friend via text, and he was asking me about my Sunday lunch that I had cooked recently. He wanted to know if I was cooking for someone special. And I told him no, I wasn't cooking for someone special it was just something I enjoyed doing for myself. It's good to treat yourself every now and then. It got me to thinking about a few things. In some ways, I was wrong to say that I wasn't cooking for someone special. I was. Me. I know that is not what he meant by the question but yes, I'm special and I deserve to do things like that for myself.
And of course, with Valentine's Day just recently over and done with for another year, I do sometimes wonder if there will ever be a someone special in my life again. Some days I am hoping for that while other days, I am perfectly contented with the single life. I have done the relationship thing twice already. I do not regret either one, but they're hard work. I did learn from both of them and now I know, going forward, that I will not settle for less than what I want. The older that I get, the more important it becomes to me to have the love of friends and family. I am working hard to develop that in my life. But every now and then, I do have that tinge of regret that there is no one romantically present to share the ups and downs of life with. Ah, well. Maybe one day. Until then, I will take life one day at a time.
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