When my Dad passed away last year, I had created two lists. One was of things to do in 2012, and the other was a list called “living for Dad”. Sometime yesterday during my flight back from Florida, boredom kicked in and I took to consolidating the notes saved in my iPhone. When I clicked into those notes, a common theme of both was that of remaining open to love, and letting myself be loved, no matter how hard it may be. That took me back to where I was ten months ago, lonely and beginning to long for someone to come home to at the end of the day, with no idea what was in store for the next year.
I was open to a man who was nothing like other men I’d dated, someone who challenged me and opened my eyes to whole new worlds… and even though that relationship came to a rather harsh end, I am proud of myself for being open to it at all. I loved, I lived, I learned, and at the end of the day… I am still standing here with a bruised, but open heart.