Hello 2015! What did you bring me?
2-0-1-5 seems as futuristic as growing up in the 1900’s now feels historic. As a fan of THE JETSONS, back in the day I imagined I’d have a robot and a car that flies by now. I still remember how intense it felt going into the 2000s. We were afraid the machines would screw the humans in a glitch of technology. And now I click off each year without much regard to what the future will call the music of this decade. 10s music? And the last one, 00s music? 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, … How’s it going to go down? And is someone looking into this?
I like a new year. It’s a moment to dust off the past and start anew. I had dinner with my peeps last night. And then Ellen had us over to her house for a toast. Although the restaurant seemed to stretch our 8pm dinner out to get us to midnight (our amuse bouche arrived at 9:20), it was lovely! We Thai-ed one on and then had a homey countdown. Ellen has a tradition of having people write down their troubles from the previous year and burn it. I LOVE the symbolism of that. Life is too short to carry around troubles and negative energy. You can’t change anyone. You can only change your response to them. And writing their name on a piece of paper and setting it afire is much less violent than slapping the person until they bleed.
I’ve written out my goals. My areas of focus are similar to last year: financial, health, creative, spiritual, career, travel and I added romance. In December, I had two friends surprised to learn I was open to dating. One was pondering what straight guys that we knew in their 50s to set up my sister with. WTF? And the other incident was me relaying that conversation and the second friend saying he had started to consider me asexual. OUCH!
Just because I own being a spinster doesn’t me I wouldn’t love meeting a man that made me feel special. And to be honest, I have many men that do just that. I’m truly blessed. Yet, none of them are romantic entanglements. They are mostly other people’s great guys. And I would love to have one of my own.
So, I’m putting it out there. Unlike my other areas of focus, there isn’t any additional objectives in this category. From mine and others’ experiences, I’m opposed to online dating. I also think most dating services are financial empires built on the broken hearts of the desperate. I don’t know how romance might play out for me but I’m open to it. I’m just not desperate for it. I’m a hopeful romantic.