It took 2 snowstorms and a move to a new apartment to make me realize that I was already in my single comfort zone.
The Peanut Gallery completely left me alone. I can count on one hand how many times either person from the crew called me. The funny part is that I wasn't expecting them to call me, text me, or even send up a smoke signal. When I moved, all ties were severed. The good times are gone. No more accusations of 'unofficial boyfirends', breaking in doors, or anything else for that matter.
My mind is clear. I am slowly to start writing again and being creative. I am even in the process of building the foundation of my five year plan of running my own Trapeze-style club. Hopefully by the end of the year I can start looking for a nice private spot and for investors and silent partners for this enterprise.
The kryptonite to a single person - love and emotions. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I yearn to be held and to be loved by the right person. At the moment, that is definitely not in the stars for me. I feel like Vivian Green when she says "I'm tired of love". I don't have the time or the energy to figure out love and emotions with anyone else, including myself. Maybe in the future, when the alighment of the stars and the planets are just right, the total eclipse of the heart will occur, and love will be my friend again.
