Dating : Oh boy. This is some depressing stuff.

Oh boy. This is some depressing stuff. At 54, I knew this thinking was around to some extent throughout my prime marriage and childbearing years, but not quite that organized and, dare I say, not this extreme? (Maybe I’m 100% wrong.)

Thinking I’ll end up like my parents. Both single at the ends of their lives, but with a variety of friends and interests. My parents were friendly with each other (I have some past relationships I can imagine socializing with a bit if we happen to both be single again at the same time) as well as having separate social circles.

All of this was far more vexing earlier in life — it all felt like more was on the line. Those were hard years. I don’t enjoy going home to nobody now, but there is one truth that has been my North star: It’s better to be single than to wish you were. And if you’ve ever been in that situation, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

It’s said that age is the great equalizer in the man/woman realm. Not even sure of that any longer, but here’s to hoping for more kindness and contentment, regardless of how it all turns out. Peace.