Daring to Date

I've decided that I'm ready to put myself out there and date. I love my husband in heaven but I want to be loved here on earth again. It's called duality: Moving forward to be happy and living in the moment even though you're grieving the loss of the past. 

The best way I can explain it is like this: You have a baby. You love that baby more than anything. Then you're going to have another baby. You wonder if you'll be able to love the second child like your first. You wonder if there's enough love in your heart. Then you have that second child and you realize there IS more love there. Your love for your first child doesn't fade or lessen, and you don't love your second child less than the first. You love both with an amazing amount of love because that's how the heart works. Love grows. It compounds. 

That's where I am. I don't love Mark less. I'm not getting OVER him or boxing him up and moving on. I'm living life and moving forward. He would want me to. He'd want me to be loved & taken care of, I know he would.

So I started dating last month. Went out a few times with the same guy and all was going well. Then I got ghosted. Maybe I'm too much. Too reserved. Too conservative. Too slow moving. Too churchy. Too smart. Too much of a good girl. Too "sweet." Too successful. Too much of a thinker. Too much baggage. Too much history/past. Too intimidating.

I can only assume it's because of one of the reasons above because I wasn't clingy or needy or full of drama. Who knows!?! It stings a little but I'm not lowering my values or standards just because someone thinks I'm too... WHATEVER. And I don't think I'm half bad! I'm a catch dangit! Hopefully someone else besides Mark will be able to see that and appreciate that. One can only hope.