I'm sure everybody has been dying to hear what kind of crazy and glamorous adventures I've been having. Well, I've been working on revising my book proposal for Agent Alice. I've been reading this month's selection for the book club I belong to (so far, so-so). I've been watching DVDs with Roommate Rachel. I went to one concert next week and have another two coming up soon that I'm looking forward to. I've been having more dinners with my parents. Oh, and on Sunday, I watched not one, but two biopics about drug-addled, philandering musicians (that's right, Ray and Walk the Line).
Exciting stuff, right?
I've been social, but have preferred to keep the interactions small and laid back. I haven't had the energy to keep up correspondence with all my friends. I've been a semi-hermit.
Overall, I feel fine. A little blah recently, but I think that has more to do with hormones and work stress than anything else. I still haven't cried over the split and still don't regret that it happened. I haven't heard from Ex David and prefer to keep it that way.
I think what has kept me from falling into a depression is not dating. I was tempted for a split-second to return to the online personals, which is what I did after my last break-up. It's good for a distraction, but the emptiness and bad feelings that follow aren't worth it. Something tells me I'm going to be single for a while. Which is fine, because I don't want to put myself out there. I don't need male attention to boost my ego or fulfill my physical needs, and can't see the appeal in a fling or brief hook-up at the moment. I guess I'm going into a sexual hibernation of sorts.
If it sounds like I'm giving up men, I'm not. I'm still hopeful and excited about the next man I'll kiss, the next relationship I'll have down the road. Since I have a clearer and more specific idea of what I want for my romantic life, I know I'm going to have to be patient. If I'm not looking for it and expecting it after every turn, I'll be able to live my life more fully and enjoy the surprise when it does happen.
This means I'll have to find things to write about other than my love life, since I no longer have one. I'm certainly up for the challenge.