And another one bites the dust.....
No seriously though.
As I sit here amongst palm trees surrounded by those "in love" it is hard for me not to think about the topic. This is the season for love. The season where the radio, retailers, commercials, twitter , facebook.....fail to consider the art of the single one. Oh, thank you social media for the never-ending stream of couples cruise deals and diamond engagement rings.
I am not one to shed a tear, clutch the phone waiting for that call or loose myself in a pint of Chunkey Monkey to keep my mind from feeling the pain. But come on..... all us single people would be lying if we stood around all the time thinking happy thoughts about the guy last night who paid our tab and then went home alone. Sucker.
Those times get old and those happy thoughts turn into long nights playing mind tug-of-war. Should I.....? Oh the possibilities. Always finding myself with the "you only live once" answer, I sit here pondering the importance of affection. We all need love. I am almost 100 percent certain this has been studied and proven by someone, somewhere who wasn't just trying to get a piece.
Love means so many things. Who am I to recite Webster's thoughts on the meaning. Love is defined by each and every one of us. Love is simply a word.
So yes, I am woman hear me roar. I know what I want and try to tell myself to go after it with the whole "only one life" thing blanketing my heart, but I am woman see me fall.
This season of white dresses, bells jingling to the sounds of vows and mounds of cards that come labeled by two, addressed to one can wear on even the most independent of us all. Que Mariah Carey now....
Friends all around me are tying the knot. The lack of happy tears streaming from these baby blues is cause for concern. Come on cupid don't fail me now. My life has been blessed in so many ways, maybe I should count sheep to a different drumb....my meaning of love will find its way.
As I sit here amongst palm trees surrounded by those "in love" it is hard for me not to think about the topic. This is the season for love. The season where the radio, retailers, commercials, twitter , facebook.....fail to consider the art of the single one. Oh, thank you social media for the never-ending stream of couples cruise deals and diamond engagement rings.
I am not one to shed a tear, clutch the phone waiting for that call or loose myself in a pint of Chunkey Monkey to keep my mind from feeling the pain. But come on..... all us single people would be lying if we stood around all the time thinking happy thoughts about the guy last night who paid our tab and then went home alone. Sucker.
Those times get old and those happy thoughts turn into long nights playing mind tug-of-war. Should I.....? Oh the possibilities. Always finding myself with the "you only live once" answer, I sit here pondering the importance of affection. We all need love. I am almost 100 percent certain this has been studied and proven by someone, somewhere who wasn't just trying to get a piece.
Love means so many things. Who am I to recite Webster's thoughts on the meaning. Love is defined by each and every one of us. Love is simply a word.
So yes, I am woman hear me roar. I know what I want and try to tell myself to go after it with the whole "only one life" thing blanketing my heart, but I am woman see me fall.
This season of white dresses, bells jingling to the sounds of vows and mounds of cards that come labeled by two, addressed to one can wear on even the most independent of us all. Que Mariah Carey now....
Friends all around me are tying the knot. The lack of happy tears streaming from these baby blues is cause for concern. Come on cupid don't fail me now. My life has been blessed in so many ways, maybe I should count sheep to a different drumb....my meaning of love will find its way.
