Oh, what the heck. Why not.

In a message dated 3/8/2007 8:34:46 PM Eastern Daylight Time, <insert screen name here> writes:

Just hoping you are ok.  I miss your journaling.  ~Mary

That's so thoughtful! Thank you very much.

 

I'm doing well, so no worries. I just ran out of things to write about. There was always plenty to say (and plenty of men to make fun of) when I was still in the dating pool, but now that I've gotten out of the water and changed into dry clothes, my ideas dried up too. 

 

Maybe the writing was just a phase -- a way to help me make sense of a life that was exciting, yet not very fulfilling. Kind of like the feeling of being famished, yet all there is to eat is cotton candy. Fun and wonderful though it is, if you're starving, no matter how much you have, you'll still be hungry.

 

It makes me smile now to think back to all those years of hoping, dreaming, trying over and over again; thinking I would never be able to live without male companionship and affection. So afraid that I would simply shrivel up and die without it. Ironically, however, now that I've given it up, not only do I not miss it, but I'm thriving without it.

 

But if I said that in the journal, I bet it would end up sounding like:

 

EVER SINCE I STOPPED DATING, I'VE BEEN FEELING CONSISTENTLY HAPPY AND FULFILLED. I AM, I SWEAR! NO, REALLY! [Please believe me because I'm obviously trying to convince myself that it's true since I've already said it here a few times before, and if you don't believe me, how willI I be able to believe it myself?]

 

So, there you have it. Fortunately or unfortunately, when I do something, I give it my all. The flip side to that is, if for whatever reason I decide to stop doing whatever it was that I was so interested in, I drop it (and sometimes, everything else that goes with it) like hot coals. In this case, that meant, I stopped reading other journals, I stopped checking in to this ID, etc.

 

But thanks for your concern. I truly appreciate it. One of these days, I'll stop back and do a little catching up. Okay, a lot of catching up. In the meantime, know that I'm still here and I'm still fine. I'm just quiet, that's all.

 

Best Wishes,

Nikki

 

P.S. About that toy store encounter (see below), as expected, a follow-up get together was never arranged. I never tried to contact them, nor they, me. It might have been fun, but it's just as well. Sometimes a walk down memory lane is more like the path to Hades than a joy ride, so I'm happy to pass, thank you very much. 
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