I can rationally have a conversation any day of the week about how happy I am to be single. How much I enjoy being in control of my life and being able to be in control of my life.
I have great friends, great plans, great daughters. And I also have this inherent feeling in my soul that reassures me that the person I am supposed to be with is out there and in due time, will be here.
I just have to be patient.
Yet, something about driving home yesterday made my mind wander to that sad place where there isn't That Person yet.
Labels: Being a Chic, dreams, My pathetic excuse for a love life
