Being Alone is Easy, Dating is Harder

There is, indeed, a point of no return.

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I always knew there was a potential tipping point. I saw it out there. I wrote about it. It just never seemed real. This vague concern always stood like a beacon that both guided me and served as a warning.

I am just coming out of a period of aloneness in my life. And, it’s a short period of time. Nine whole months. Apparently, that’s all it takes for a middle-aged woman to start to turn feral. It happens fast.

We have done some evolving and we’ve figured out our shit. Many of us don’t have far to go on the path of reality and self-acceptance to get to the point where we’re quiet and safe inside our own lives. We were halfway there.

There were other times in my life when I spent a good deal of time alone. But, I was young and horribly under the influence of friends’ weddings and babies and new houses. I felt longing everywhere. The painful desire to be part of something that eluded me.

I struggled with feeling lonely, incomplete, shunned, undesired, and lacking. That was decades ago and before many men came and left my life. The landscape has changed.

During the past few months, I focused solely on understanding how to be happy completely outside of couplehood. I have noted before that…