Everything, it seems to me, is temporary. And, if you have a good memory, everything is permanent, too. Temporary. Permanent. It's hard to separate them.
I never imagined my marriage as temporary. I never believed that my husband's leaving me would be permanent. But as "they" say, "Life goes on." Temporarily, that is.
I'm off to have coffee this afternoon with bachelor #1. It's an exercise, more than anything else. He's semi-retired--a businessman. In the wings, there is also an architect, an attorney, and an investment broker. I may have coffee with all of them eventually, but the dating websites have been un-bookmarked. No more profiles, no more guided questions, no more "must haves" and "can't stands." Meanwhile, I'll just try to look people in the eye when life presents an encounter. What we all want, I think, is connection. Can you hear me now? How about now?