New beginnings are always hard. It seems that since February ended I’ve had multiple starts and re-starts, but I keep wondering if any of them were true new beginnings. I’ve met some truly fantastic people, fallen in love, fallen out of love, had my Herat broken, and put my heart through every gambit of emotions it can take. Yet, it beats on stronger and harder.
Despite what people believe getting over my ex-wife was much easier than they think. I could say that it was hours of meditation or some secret zen Buddhist Jedi mind trick, but the truth is I had seen it coming for years. It was only through deep meditation that I could fit the pieces together. I found that although I did love her that it had been some time since I was actually in love with her and she with me. We, like many people, stuck it out for our kids. We were happy, sometimes. I believe I was happier than she was. I’m a true hopeless romantic, and I believe I wanted to believe that we were in love. I wanted the fairy tale, instead we were living a secret nightmare. Like all dreams though, we woke up.
“It’s easy to make promises when you’re dumb in love, and then watch them all evaporate when you’ve had enough.” – The Descendants
I’ve defiantly had my share of dating mishaps over the past few months. If you follow me on Twitter (@tanisjustice) or are friends with me on Facebook then you know I talk a lot about the dates I have, or even the girl I’m seeing at the time. I usually don’t use their names. There have been a few times I have. Usually it’s Yoga Girl, Kitten, etc. Here’s an example. If you’ve read any of my blog you’ve read about Stacey. I left Stacey waiting for a girl who continually broke my heart, used me to get closer to the guy she really wanted, accused me of love fraud (which turns out what she was doing to make the other guy jealous), and finally got angry because I wouldn’t introduce her to my best friend Jennifer. Jennifer hated this other woman, and wanted nothing to do with her. What ended up happening was the entire thing pushed Jennifer and I closer together. We jumped into bed, and ruined a perfect friendship. We’ve tried to repair it, but it’s just not there anymore. Which is sad, because I miss her so much sometimes. Even when she visits it just isn’t the same. So Stacey? Stacey, the girl who waited, stopped waiting. I don’t blame her. I’m not exactly a catch, in my opinion. She’s a good girl, and she deserves better than someone who left her waiting. She’s happy now. I’d guess happier than I could have made her. That really makes me happy.
Where am I now? Who knows. Who cares? I’m rooted in the Tao, and the Universe has my back.
A few weeks ago I took my boys to the coast to skate, skimboard, and to fly kites. My favorite little red kite’s string broke, and it floated away with the wind out over the ocean. I took this as a sign to let it all go. The worry about falling in love, the worry about being alone, and the worries about everything outside of those two smiling boys I love so much.
The truth is I’m happy with the way things are. Sure, I could have a better living situation. I could make more money. I could have waited it out with Jennifer to see if it was really going somewhere, but I didn’t. It wasn’t right. I could finally see the forest. By watching that kite float away it made me realize that it’s all going to be ok. It was my favorite kite. It was. It’s an object. It can be replaced. It brought me back to one of the basic Buddhist principles, everything is temporary. It’s just a kite. It’s just a fear. It’s just (fill in the blank).
It’s all temporary.
My love goals? I have none. I’m just going to float like a leaf in the wind. The Universe has a plan. Hopefully it leads to a ginger with blue green eyes that sparkle like the stars at night. I’d settle for a blonde, or a woman who likes coffee and thinks I’m funny. (I am by the way!)
But really, who cares? Life goes on. It’s too short to put your energy into worry, regret, and grief.
I’ve done what I’ve done. I am who I am. I’m not who I want to be. I might not be where I should be, but I’m not the man I was. I can take comfort in that.
Thanks for reading. xoxo
