And the day came…

…when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
–Anais Nin

places to meet boys?

Okay, so I’m single. And I have a couple of single friends.

Well, one of them and I were sitting around the other night trying to come up with some new ideas on how to meet boys. And we made a list on a napkin. Which is sort of the idea behind the title of this blog. So… I’m going to share them here. And then if any of them actually work, it’ll be like, I don’t know… we can take credit for it or something!

Here goes.

1. Events and Adventures

2. Bull riding / Line dancing

3. Match.com

4. Singles bars / speed dating

5. Sporting events / rec sports

6. Gym

7. Jazz / live music

8. Church

9. Windsurfing

10. ’80′s clubs

11. Bicycle club

They are no particular order except the order in which they occurred to us. And some are definitely better than others. (singles bars? yeesh!) Anyway… dear universe, now it’s out there. So, help us out!!!

Happy dating everyone. And if anyone has other ideas, we’d love to hear them.

life is not long…

…and too much of it must not pass in idle deliberation on how it shall be spent.
Samuel Johnson

what happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore -
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

oceanliner

i’ve always wondered what it would be like to live next to the ocean. something about it is so appealing to me. i imagine that it would be relaxing and exciting at the same time! the whole act of being near an ocean reminds me of my ant-like insignificance and at the same time makes me feel powerful and alive. i love the fact that you can look out as far as you are able, and see nothing but water.

we’ve been to the lake a few times recently, and it has the same effect on me, obviously on a much smaller scale. i love the rhythm of the water, whether the wind is shaping it or whether the ocean’s waves are pounding the shore. it would be a great place to meditate.

a friend of mine who tragically died this summer in a car accident had owned a lake cabin. he was so generous about inviting anyone and everyone to come visit. if i said you were my friend, that was good enough for him. so, i guess it’s more than just the lapping of the waves, or the glint of the sun off the water, but it’s also remembering the good times we had and the fun people we met at the lake that make it attractive to me. i associate it with love and laughter and great people. i also miss my friend and maybe my longing for the ocean is one way of longing for him.

twenty years from now…

…you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor. catch the trade winds in your sails. explore. dream. discover.

Mark Twain