No, I Don’t Want to “Guard My Heart”
I have earned the right to throw caution completely to the wind.
I am not a fan of prescriptive anything in my life. Loosely translated, there is no telling me what to do. I can’t stomach it anymore. Go over there with that nonsense.
I have sorted my life into things that I need and things that I don’t need. Two buckets. This happened as the grand finale of a pretty damn spectacular midlife crisis.
This has included understanding what boundaries I have in allowing people to influence my thinking.
One area of influence I can’t abide very well is commentary on my love life. I have lived nearly five decades on this Earth. I do not wish to be treated like a 19-year-old in a relationship for the first time in her life.
I’m too old for that. I am a woman who has been married and divorced twice. I understand that may compel people think that, clearly, I am in desperate need of someone to save my midlife ass from either a third divorce or dying alone.
I have read a dozen self-help books on relationships. I have spent thousands of dollars on therapy. I listen to podcasts by…
