Guess who's back!

This seems to be a constant struggle for me. Do I want to be alone? Am I satisfied by myself? Why do I have this screaming desire to get out there and meet someone awsome? And why do I have this dreaded sense that I'm going to be waiting for a while?

I've got my life as together as most people... and yet I feel that there's something missing. Isn't that the ode of the successful single? satisfied in life, and yet there's still something missing. Its funny how that works. I've got a kid, and she's awsome. She keeps great company, and enjoys doing most of the same things that I do, but still, when it boils down, I'm lonely as hell.

I have to admit, that this period of solitude has allowed me the time to develop some good friendships, the kind of friendships that are going to last a long time. And while friendships are extremely important, and I'm learning that everyone who has come into my life is here for a reason, friendships don't replace the intimate connection that I'm needing right now.

So, what? How do I move past this hopeless feeling that I'm doomed to continue on the path I'm on, flying solo? Is that addage that my friend bong swears by true? Is the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else? Who am I getting over? Who am I getting under?

I know what the cause of my restlessness is... Its the season. Its Fall. I love Fall. Its a season of romance for me. And here I am whining about the lack thereof.

I'm told not to look for love, that it will find me when the time is right. So I sit... wait... and knit.