A New Chapter

...A new chapter Begins

And so I thought I was tired tonite. But here I am at 12:31 am sleepless and about to begin some more midnite yoga.

What is on my mind that has me up this late? Nothing troubling.

I am just amazed and pondering:

Does life and love imitate art or does art imitate life and love?

I think that it works both ways. Right now my life is imitating so much written and visual art. Maybe it is the age group that I am in and that so many others before me have found themselves in similar predicaments when it comes to life and love. I think this must be the reason.

So many of us 30 something women finding ourselves single and desiring love and romance...but we are strong, independent women that do not want to loose ourselves to the bindings of a relationship with a man. Also, the facts of being wounded - aka trails and pieces of our broken hearts lay behind us over those 30 something years. How much of those hearts do we have left to freely give away without coming out in the end with nothing. Makes us overly cautious. Also we either give off the impression of being cold and dominating or too needy and fragile.

What are we to do?

How do we love at this age?

How do we express that emotion without freaking ourselves out or that special person who is the receiver of our adoration?

By this age, we understand that love is an intregal part of living and that it can come in all styles, bounds and types.

Caring, Sharing and Love are the trinity of wellbeing, healthy relationships (friends, family, lovers...), and life in whole. But we also don't want to throw love to the wind and have it blown away in a quick gust before an unexpected storm.I find myself now stepping into uncharted territory.

I am a little nervous, but extremely excited because I may have found that perfect special something that may balance well with my life that is full of career, mothering, friends and my "on the go-at the spur of the moment" ways.

We will see.

Life is stranger than fiction