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There Are Plenty of Other Things To Do Than Date
Now may not be your time, and it certainly isn’t mine.
Once again, I have found myself on the business end of a breakup. When this happens, there is always an internal struggle for me. Part of me feels like if I don’t get back on the horse, I am intentionally hiding my heart away from people who may be worthy of it. Another part recognizes the great value of hitting the pause button.
What I have found true more times than not is that the break always spurs the greatest period of growth for me, and that excites me more than the idea of sitting across from a stranger for what feels like yet another job interview where I repeat the same facts about myself I have fifty other times in the last four years.
Yep. Got a kid. Yep. Got a job. Yep. Got a house. Yep. Got a dog. Yep. I am a middle-aged woman with her shit together and a stacked 401k who knows how to make a mean Sazerac in the privacy of her own home and does so while blaring Edith Piaf on her record player. Whoa. That got away from me.
In 2019 and through much of 2020, I took a six-month intentional hiatus from dating to heal from the death of one of my best friends and a long string of small dating failures. After a brief four months in a new relationship that ended abruptly, followed by yet…
