Sunday, September 25, 2016

Braveheart


I am not sure what’s braver, to be strong in the face of heartbreak or to be weak in the midst of love?

I have experienced the former; currently I am in the latter.

I realized how perfectly okay I was with being single when a friend of mine belted out loudly while I was delivering a speech at another friend’s engagement “SHE’S SINGLE!” The fact that it also happened to be around my ex’s family, friends and his wife, really made no difference to me; yes I am single, but I didn’t cringe in defeat, I embraced it like a victory- I am single but I am happy.

Then it hit me: After being single for a while, being in love is an act of bravery.

I don’t say this out of self-wallowing, I say it out of self-realization that I have become so comfortable in my single ways that anything that rocks this boat, I just want to throw overboard- or at least steer the boat to calmer waters and at my own pace.

I have become selectively available and blissfully introverted. I manage to write things off swiftly, and turn the page quickly… I don’t let things anchor me down, and I have no addiction to my phone- and in our day and age that’s a telling sign.

But... and here is the honest truth: I love love… and I know at the right time I will allow the boat to be rocked, I will be traveling with phone battery juicers and I will be writing about how wonderful life is when “he’s” around-  and I will be the “braveheart” in the midst of love once again.

The Cee

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