In observation of the female mind...love vs. temporary insanity.

In the past two years I have been victim to temporary insanity five times.

It was one theatrical performance after another. Sometimes it lasted a day, a week a month. I'm not ashamed of my overactive brain chemicals as long as I can write about them with dignity later on. No, I'm not talking about lust...I'm talking about the temporary insanity we allow ourselves to indulge after a heart pounding adventure with a member of attraction.

 Our hearts break for a reason. And suddenly one glance at the right, or maybe even the wrong person, and the minefield that was once your heart suddenly becomes full again. And no matter how old you are or where you are in your life, you should still have midnight conversations and exhilarating thoughts shared by a dock or fire or summer night environment of your choice. Don't give up on the thought that one day they will still be out there and most definitely do not give up on the thought that one person is not meant to complete you. Should I say that again? One person is not meant to complete you.

There are a million other pieces of you that are meant to live and survive without another person. And the people that I’ve seen truly, confidently make it in this world are those that have not compromised those pieces that make them solely themselves, but that compliment each other.

"Single" doesn’t mean you have to wander around this world on “E,” stopping at the pump every now and then for another human being to refill you with confidence.

Don’t get me wrong; I truly believe that finding the mate that deepens your soul is one of the biggest riches you can find in this life, but I never intend on clipping my wings. This isn’t a feminist rant about how women need to maintain independence in their lives. I fully intend on finding a partner that chooses not to clip their wings either. If that partner continues to fly South for the winter, then I will grow to be ok with that. Migration will be fully supported in our household.

We need to stop analyzing so much. Sometimes you are kissed only because someone wanted to kiss you. That doesn't mean you are supposed to hop in the front seat and take off to Key West together to live in a new shade of tan. Oh, but wouldn't it be wonderful if it was. ;)