A Special Beginning

I spent many hours trying to figure out what my first post would be. Do I go the predictable holiday route or do I vent about the prominent speed bumps in my dating past?

Who knew a trip to my long forgotten Myspace profile would solve all my first post dilemmas.

I revisted a poem I wrote two years ago in my college dorm room when I attended Columbia College. It was exactly how I wanted to start the blog and am very happy I finally get to share it with a bigger audience.

This poem truly is timeless because I feel the same way I did back then when I sat on that uncomfortable wooden chair and poured my heart out to the computer.

Cheers to a lovely new beginning. Enjoy!

Will I

Relationships to me prove to be a complicated subject. I have so many questions swirling through my mind with no answer in sight.

Will I ever meet the person who can live up to the expectations I set for myself?

I feel like I should compromise for the ones who seem interested, for the ones who seem almost there, for the ones who are doing what I’ve already done or what I see as undermining the potential they might have.

I, by no means, want to settle and don’t think I have it in me to do so. I consider myself to be a driven, compassionate, hungry for a dream type of person.

Why can’t I find a person who is at least chomping at the bit?

I do find frustration in this element of my life that seems so uncertain.

I do what I do, I breathe, I practice my craft, question my career and try to believe in the possibility that my other half is waiting for me at other end.

I guess I’m just thinking, focusing on a subject that I have no business focusing on because it doesn’t seem to get me anywhere.

But what I can focus on is the person that I have become, the overwhelming growth I have done, the appreciation in knowing that I am going about my dream in the “right” way and keeping my eye on the important part of my life…the ultimate prize at the end of the tunnel.

I do wander, every day, if I have to settle for one more scrub, if making a half an inch in my potential suitors progress is all I’ll ever make or if whomever I’m waiting for is sitting on a bench, thinking about the same thing and waiting just as impatiently as I am.

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