Yes…but, don’t cry for me! I am not lonely in a pathetic-sobbing-desperate-date-me-kind-of-way. (You know, the “ugly cry”…but, I’ve been there – as my chicas well know.)
Still, I have found myself somewhat alone in life – unexpectedly. And, it has turned into this beautiful place of rediscovery. I am the kind of romantic-sitting-by-myself-on-a-patio-somewhere-sipping-wine-or-coffee (or margaritas with my chicas) alone. I am the kind of alone that is reflective, and lovely and content. I am the lonely girl with a laptop and a kindle…plus six journals, two books, four pens,
…and three glorious hours to kill. And, I am loving every single minute of it.