Thursday, November 17, 2005

Once more into the breech

I can't remember if I used that title for The Single Files....I think I have used it somewhere somewhat recently but for the life of me I can't seem to remember any specifics. Ah well...Shakey baby will forgive my usage of it I'm sure.


I'm sure you are all wondering where the hell I've been for the last month or so. The answer to that is simple...I was hiding from you all. Yes, it's true. I even considered retiring The Single Files due to all the comments that I took far too personally. I'm a sensitive chicky...some comments hurt.

HOWEVER! I can't blame anyone but myself for that. When I started this whole thing off I knew that I was writing some pretty intense stuff and so much of it so honestly and openly that it was only a matter of time before my feelings were hurt. And so la - it happened.

I will continue on with The Single Files and it is unlikely that I will be able to change my open way of writing or sharing...I will just learn to deal with the comments in a better way. This is not a plea for those of you who do comment to stop commenting nor am I asking you to cushion your comments. Don't change, you are wonderful the way you are.

I have broken up with Ronan. It has taken me a while to do that and even longer to post about it, but there it is...done. I'm not going to get into the nasty details of it all. Suffice to say that there was something about camels, straws and a broken back.

I am still feeling blue about it. I am sure that made the right decision and I know that at the end even he knew that we were not a good enough match. It doesn't deminish the hurt...there was a lot of love there at one point. Sadly, love was not enough.

So now that I am single again I will; of course, be getting a hair cut. Yes..a hair cut. I have just managed to grow my lovely locks back again and now I must once more chop them off. I am the Sampson of dating. My hair gives me special dating powers so in order to fully recoup from my broken heart I must chop my hair off and start again.

I am confident that by the time my locks are once more lengthy enough for full on Kitten status I will be once more ready to venture out into the dating world. Until that time...I am on a very serious journey of getting back to ME!

The First Step of the Journey To Me required me to update The Single Files.

For the next little while The Single Files will be a reflection on me being Single...not dating...but facing the every day issues as an active participant in my own life and happiness. This might make for some mundane posts, but I believe that there will be some wisdom and good ol' fashion mental health benefits in there - something which I know I can use right about now.

I believe that in order to focus on this whole process properly...that it will be necessary to make a Loving List. Something that I can look at, work towards, and put into action EVERY DAY to improve myself on 3 key levels. 1) Physical Health. 2) Emotional Health. 3) Intellectual Health.

Alright...off now to compose The Kwerkie Lovey List.

Kwerkie!
P.S.
Dan - I have not forgotten about you and was very pleased to see your link on here. I haven't been reading very much but vow to start my regular viewing habits once more. Congratulations on the new post and I will share my reactions on here for you to see :).

2 comments:

Lady K said...

I can't wait to see the Lovey List. Maybe I'll decorate it for you so that you can have it posted boldly on your wall as a reminder!

Or we could make it part of your blog skin encoding... I might be able to help you with this. Though perhaps this is a good excuse to strike up some helpful, cute, nerd friendships.

Anonymous said...

Simone says: Hey cookie! Congratulations for having the courage to let go of something that was so very toxic for you. I know it's hard to see when you are in the thick of it, or we choose to deny it feigning love. But real love doesn't hurt like that. Remember the Marianne Williamson quote, and I'll lend you the book. Kudo's to you, my dear. The right man will come along. Hugs!