March 4th, the day I always want to march forth! Obi Wan Kenobi's voice whispers in the gossamer recesses of my brain, even though it's two months early, May the force be with you. And also with you, I want to reply. March is the month I start to set new goals for myself. In the last few years they have been athletic and academic goals. This year, they are leaning towards the spiritual, creative and romantic.
It's been two weeks since my last discussion of Mystery Man. It's been two days since my Badass Alpha woman post. Thus it seems this is an auspicious day to try to bridge the two topics in my blog.
Two weeks ago, tonight, I went out on what I believed was a successful date. Three days later we had a nice half hour chat on the phone. Then he went to CA for a convention and I went back to work after February break. So in the last 10 days, I haven't heard a peep, nada, zilch. I've gone from feeling like a giddy 16 year old school girl, to feeling like it will take a great deal of luck to find a man available, truly, who is interested in me during a window of opportunity where he is really ready to meet me.
The Alpha-Badass-Hippie-Chick side of me says that luck is a four letter word. One has to create their own opportunities and get out in the world and live. Be present in places where other human animals will be enjoying the same things I enjoy. Be gregarious, be open, and take risks. As Obi Wan Kenobi says, "In my experience there is no such thing as luck." As I tell my students, half of life is showing up and being prepared. Most of the "luck" in my life was created just that way. Being ready, willing and able to jump in and go.
I've started doing that with my writing. I've developed a meditation routine that keeps me present and in the moment. I'm in the seed stages of figuring out how much time, attention and energy I have to really try to build a bridge between my everyday life and placing myself in situations that might lead to a man entering my life.
As a wrote a few days ago (Alpha Female), I want Face Time with men. Texting, talking and emailing isn't the same as being together. I need to find a non-sleazy dance club or a open mic night or something to dip into when I have the time and restless energy. I need to research such places. Ask single girlfriends to go out on the prowl with me. Yet aligning that in a spontaneous way is hard, since most of us have kids, primary custody and demanding careers. So I'll be looking into Blues/Jazz/Dance clubs.
Outside I can't wait for the ice to melt on Walden. I'm going to be more proactive in finding a group or club that swims there regularly. Dog walk groups might be nice, too. It's hard to be authentic and strategic at this age and stage. Maybe a writing workshop this summer. I've look into quite a few Memoir programs. Hard to find an affordable, local, and professional match. Perhaps, a yoga and meditation retreat weekend for singles? To thine own self be true....and maybe I'll meet you?
So hears to Marching Forth into a New Year by creating opportunities, being prepared and showing up. May my writing get better, chances for love increase and feet stay grounded along the way!
Good Night, Jedi's of middle age romance, G'night!
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