As I’ve written before, I’m loving this time off work and haven’t felt this healthy in a long time. I have no urge to shop but great urges to get going on creative projects.
One thing I’ve been doing during this time off is taking some fun partner-dancing classes. I was a little hesitant at first as I don’t want to repeat my former life here, but I was motivated by all the music I’ve been listening to in my car.
As it turns out, there’s a big difference this time around. I don’t particularly care that there is little romantic potential for me at this dance studio, and I don’t even care if I get asked to dance. I just appreciate the skill of my instructors and love watching them being creative on the dance floor.
It’s sad when I think about how much of my attention and energy– at least 50%– went into the partner search in my twenties and thirties. Yet could it have been any other way? I can’t imagine there are very many single thirty-two-year-olds who aren’t consumed with the search.