New Fiction

I’ve decided to start writing again…I don’t really understand why I ever stop. I suppose it’s because it drains me to think about topics and, then weave words that desire to be read. But here I go…again. 

“I am an adulteress.” I repeated this to myself, as I searched the reflection in the mirror for any sign that the woman I once was still existed. In just two short years, the youfulness had dwindled from my eyes, and began to show as a new dullness in both my skin and eyes reflected back to me. Apparently, all of the trials and tribulations I had endured in my first forty years didn’t take nearly the toll that just two years spent in the beautiful turmoil of passion provided. 

I suppose there is still a level of naïveté that demonstrates itself, even at the age of thirty-eight. Looking back, I could equate myself to a child, desperately seeking the comfort, the safe  embrace, only a parent could provide. At the time, I was as lost as a piece of driftwood, carried across the miles of open ocean, with no particular destination. All I wanted was a safe place to rest my weary heart. It was quite pathetic, in retrospect. But somehow, I convinced myself that nothing mattered, no sin too great, for the warm sanctuary of an equally aching heart would heal all indiscretions. 

Relationships

I got to thinking about relationships, why some succeed and why some fail. I realized that it has nothing to do with the other person…and has everything to do with you. 

The real reason in all situations of success and failure lies with one question – Do you like the “you” who showed up? It’s easy to place the blame on others’ actions, or inactions. But the reality is do you like the person you are when you are with them…do you like the person you’ve become? 

People should complement our lives, not complicate them. If they don’t, respect and love the experience, but have the courage to move on. There’s more waiting for you.