This may be the oddest blog I ever post, but let’s put it under the category of “casting the author.”
Confession: I’d like to start dating again. Don’t ask. Sometimes I look around and think this would be a HUGE mistake. Other times . . . well, I dream on. So I have profiles on Plenty of Fish and eHarmony, both currently hidden.
Here’s why they’re hidden. My friends tell me that I can tell a great story, but can’t profile myself worth nothing (as we say down here). I think this reflects on how hard it is for me to write my own bio for all these PR moments as an author. My friends tell me that none of the profiles I’ve ever written “reflect” who I really am.
The result is that I’m convinced that I need to meet any potential date “in real life,” and that online would never work for me. Yet it has for a whole slew of my friends who’ve met folks to date—and marry—online.
AND—in an entirely different line of thinking—sometimes I become convinced that the restlessness in my soul, my very being, which sometimes turns my mind to “coupling,” is, instead, a nudge from a much higher place, an insistence that I’m missing out on where and how He’s trying to guide me.
But, listen as I may, nothing comes through.
Instead, I turn to the one thing, the only thing, that relieves the restlessness.
Music. As loud and intricate as I can make it.
I’m open to suggestions. Should I date? Listen harder? Or strike out and wait for the doors to open . . . or close?
Out for now. A song awaits my dancing feet.