Incidentally, I recently saw my first crush, who I’m looking forward to catching up with. I wonder if he is doing well, better than I am currently. I’m hopeful for the future that none of us are guaranteed. I still believe that anyone who says they have not one regret hasn’t truly lived. I’m optimistic for my next relationship and how I’m not going to let the anxiety of my fear of divorce be a prime factor involved in it. I’m especially proud that I have yet to settle until I’m struck with the infamous thunderbolt. And, when and only when I’m struck, will I no longer be leased, but sold. There are many of us exceptional people in the singles boat and it’s not as bad as the judgmental freaks think.
I’m humbled and astounded after living through what I thought were only tragic stories in history textbooks. This fine City and everyone in it has stuck together after a devastating calamity by becoming stronger and more appreciative of the fragile state known as life.
I’m also amazed that, although the City commute is a lot more congested and hectic, the vibe is warmer than ever. I love that. I love the fact that after all these years, I’m still the same enthusiastic equalist I’ve always been. The only difference now is that erratic, passionate fire in my belly is now a more-controlled, simmering flame with even more passion. To me, that’s one of the best things about being in your thirties as opposed to your twenties. Caution and control are positive attributes as opposed to negative (as most of us are conditioned into believing in our twenties). The simple fact that I’m healthier and hotter now than I was ten years ago doesn’t hurt either. Damn! There was a reason why Alex caught me smiling. Insert moment of clarity here.
By Lisa D. Montanino
