Last night I met the man I have been dating. I had intended to have a serious talk with him. When I walked up to the restaurant and saw him sitting inside - my heart sort of melted when I saw his face lit up when he saw me. That was disarming. And then when we started talking and he had an absolutely horrible day - I thought this is not the day to pile on him. We walked to our cars after dinner and talked for a while. I actually shed a tear and talked to him in a real way instead of being a tough girl the way I had intended. A lifetime of well-crafted behavior to adapt... just given up? I guess so.
He will be traveling for most of the next couple of months, so we will have a natural break. That is good.
Work is so busy it is insane - but good. I ran all day yesterday. In 3 inch heels. Which I have found are more comfortable on my injured feet than my little orthopedic shoes. You know, I can't stand being an old sedate lady in orthopedic shoes. I am happy when I am running around in 3" heels - even if it hurts! It hurts less than the alternative.
I will trust God that I am where I am supposed to be today. I don't know where I am going, but I will step there in faith (and in heels).
"This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man." W. Shakespeare