Overheard at a diner yesterday:
"Just follow your heart and ask him. If he says yes, it's meant to be. If not, move on. There are plenty of other men out there."
Wise words from an 8-year old girl.
As adults, how often do we (women) remember how wise we were at 8 or 10 or 12? Not often enough.
We date, and then marry, men about whom we often have had our doubts and then we are confused about why it doesn't work out.
I have spent the last year waiting. Or so I thought. This was no one's fault but my own. I wouldn't let anyone in fully because I was waiting for a sign. A sign of what? Who knows.
"The One" predicted that year apart for us and maybe I believed it on some level. But what have I learned this past year? I learned that I would be okay sending off "The Girl" to college; I took myself to Paris and London and even had a stop-over in Geneva where I almost got lost; I started running again; I traveled to Chicago, Denver, DC, Las Vegas and Boston. I started learning French. I learned to knit. I dropped off of a sex-site, I remembered to write, I became an urban gardener and I re-discovered the joy of me.
"The One" might not recognize me now. I hardly recognize myself when compared to person he met three years ago.
So what is a year? A long time. Feelings change, decisions are made, plans are made and new paths are staked out. Can you love someone not near you? Absolutely. But without realizing it, life went on. And it did a pretty good job, if it does say so itself.
I said that I would undo a lot of last year, but at a diner, a random young girl made me think for a few minutes and the truth is: I own all of last year. And it was pretty amazing.
Image: Massiel Mancebo, Illustrator.