I want to get back to writing. Like working out, you should get right back on when you fall off the bandwagon. However, getting back to a routine is a slow and patient process. Today, I start with food for thought (FFT).
I am still single and wonder if I will ever find my guy if I keep running away. There is a pattern when I like someone. Invariably, I see a reason to escape. It’s not intentional. It just creeps up on me. One day, I thought the guy was the greatest and how lucky I was. The next day, I can’t see a future with the guy.
It goes back to my Dad, whose death pulled the rug from under me. When things are going as desired in a relationship, I have a way of making it a self-fulfilling prophecy that the future is one of pain. That causes me to run away when I should remember people don’t fall in love. They grow in love. It’s not only the good times that make a relationship. It’s also the difficult times when you feel vulnerable that nurture and form a solid foundation for a relationship. Love does not happen. It’s an intentional commitment.
What do you think love is? Is it first impression chemistry/lust, or does it grow with nurture? Is the latter love or friendship?