Walk In Love.


To hurt or be hurt, that is the Question. What is this journey called “dating” and where does it end. We are all searching for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, if the rainbow was actually a fire lit path. Stepping over burning coal after burning coal. We inevitably feel pain. The moments of bliss are so glorious, and you think “this is it, this feeling could never end.” But, sometimes it does.

What is worse, I ponder, being the hurt or the hurter? I’ve been both, and I say it’s a tie. Both equally leading to feelings of emptiness, inadequacy, and pain. Weighing pros and cons and voting on personality traits you deem acceptable or not. Figuring out if your baggage fits with their baggage. It’s treacherous.


What are the chances that two people in this world of billions of humans will actually find each other? Not only find each other, but find each other at the exact moment when they are both single, available, and open to the experience.

With life’s ebbs and flows and crazy twists, what’s to say I haven’t met the person of my dreams already? Only, I was committed at the time? Or I was in that “abstinence” phase? What if we passed each other on the street but just didn’t get to meet?
Noooo, that’s not how it works right. “You’ll meet them when you are supposed to.”  “You’ll find them when you least expect it.” And “God is preparing you.” YES, I know these things are true, but the cynic in me questions it all. What if everything comes down to place and time and openness or not. Is it simpler than we make it out to be. Maybe we just latch on to people as we do and hope for the best. Ride the wave until it passes. Then what about the “Until death do we part.” That is the goal is it not? To find someone you can love and vice versa, to support each other, to make a life together.” This is not such a light task.

There is a quote which says “I trust the journey even though I do not understand it.” That, in a nutshell, is dating. The goal is to be open to the experiences, learn to love yourself in the process, and be happy along the way. We can only hope for the best, and try to walk in love. 

My parents. Married 30 years.

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