It is 10 am on a beautiful Saturday morning here in rural Alabama. I’ve fed and watered the animals, moved laundry and will do dishes later in day when in the kitchen for other reasons.

Last night was a wonderful night for me, I had a date night with myself and it was pure heaven to me,

I took myself to one of my favorite restaurants twice, at the beginning of the evening, for a salad and at the end of the evening for something more substantial. The food isn’t why it’s my favorite though. The man I’ve been seeing is there and I got to see him/talk to him briefly. He seems overwhelmed lately and it worries me, but I’m trying to give/hold space for him, as it’s what I feel needs to be done at this point.

I took myself to a ballet performance at the zoo last night. I used to want to be a ballerina but was told this wasn’t a realistic goal in my younger years, so I abandoned the hope and dream and got on with life. Many many times over the years I’ve gone to see smaller, and sometimes larger ballet performances and always gone away with a sense of wistfulness…there are things that speak to your heartstrings and dance has always been one of these to me,

Today I’m in that wistful mood again. Wishing that a nearing 50 beginning ballerina was a thing…lol.

I hope all is well with you, whoever you are…did you ever have a dream you gave up that haunted you for the rest of your life?