Not Just Another Blogophilia Write; The Day We Met

What on earth is Blogophilia? Just one of the most fun writing challenges direct from Mars.

This weeks challenges 2 points for a quote from Roman Holiday 1 point to mention the name of a winery.

Life can  be so strange. One minute you’re walking along minding your own business and then life throws a monkey wrench at you. Figuratively. In case you may be wondering where that saying comes from:

But it does seem you can go from strolling along to lost in a matter of seconds. From knowing exactly what you want, how you feel and what you are headed toward, to absolute confusion. Kinda like I’m feeling right now. Maybe at midnight, I’ll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper and none  of this will matter. Or maybe I won’t and I still have to figure it all out. 

The day we met, I was doing just that, minding my own business and finding my own way. I have those lonely moments. I’ve been single for almost four years. Still, I’ve grown accustomed to being on my own and being my own everything. Well, except IT person, I leave that to my son. He does tend to grow weary of me calling him my in house geek squad but I do it anyway.  Other than that, I came and went as I pleased. I went to bed, I got up, when I pleased. If I wanted to hike, or sit out in the back yard, I did just that. If I wanted a four course meal, or a peanut butter sandwich for supper, that is what I prepared. The only one I answered to was the Good Lord above, and mom, I will always answer to mom. 

The day we met, I wasn’t sure was going to happen, but it did. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, I try not to create expectations especially about people.When we do that, we can either make them more, or less than who they really are. I did enjoy the time we spent together. It was nice, even as we both struggled. Even as we both were stepping outside that comfort zone. 

The day we met after that, almost didn’t happen, but did. The fact that conversation came easy, and time passed very quickly made it a good day. You were very attentive, very kind, different than so many due to attitude and demeanor. The day we met, changed everything. You scare me. I don’t know how to act or what to think. The comfort zone I am so accustomed to, is now different. There is a crack and I, am afraid. I am uncomfortable, because after all this time, this is what I know. I’m not sure I am ready to risk the known, for the unknown.  I can’t think of any words, that would fully and clearly explain, the confusion and fear inside my head.

 All because, of the day we met.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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7 Responses to Not Just Another Blogophilia Write; The Day We Met

  1. Risks are everywhere in life. 8 points Earthling

  2. Pingback: Blogophilia Week 40.13 – The Day We Met | Blogophilia

  3. Irene Melgoza says:

    Nicely done!

  4. falcon1974 says:

    Many instances are not what we expect, but what we need. Such a lovely post.

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