They say watched pots never boil. And although it is most applicable as a metaphor, things really do seem to take a longer time to cook when you’re eyeing it. I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve stirred a pot full of food on an empty stomach and it feeling like it took an eternity to finally be ready. But this expression got me to thinking about how many other areas in our lives this concept applies to. And the truth of the matter is that it’s all a matter of perspective. In all actuality it takes the same amount of time to cook the same meal whether you’re hungry or full but your condition is going to color your perspective greatly and I’d argue that the same is true of relationships.
Why does it seem that the more you want a relationship, the longer it takes to finally come about? The more you desire companionship, the further away all prospects seem to be? I’ve come to learn that it’s the same principle as the watched pot, it always boils… eventually, just not as fast as we would have liked. So what do we coin a new phrase? Watched relationships never come to fruition. Only they do, with time, they spring up from even the most deserted fields of singleness. The seed of it had been hidden so deep underneath the parched surface it was almost impossible to believe it was there. But it was and it does spring up when you least expect it.
So what are you waiting for? Get on with your life. Enjoy it. Single life is time you never get back once you take that plunge into the never-ending abyss of love, romance and coupledom. Stop watching and waiting for life to start once you find a boo and start watering your life with new discoveries of you! It’s only when you try to run on empty that you’re heightened to the emptiness that’s around you to distract you from the real emptiness that’s with in.
ss life, I stumbled and fell down a hole similar to that of Alice in Wonderland. Of course I found out much like Alice, that even “Wonderland” or “Boo-Land” is not all I thought, envisioned or let alone imagined it would be. The escape I sought from my boo-less situation by being in a relationship, only left me wanting to escape that to return back to where I began. And much like Dorothy, I’ve come to realize that indeed, there is no place like home. Home, meaning not only this blog, but me. Doing what I love to do, being independent, and being fabulous. Fierce yet single.
Took a little time out there for a minute. Amid the increasing demands on my life, i.e. school, work, and attempting to identify what my dreams are and to pursue one if not all them, kind of neglected the blog in the process.
I will attempt to provide a brief synopsis of the past couple of years of my “love” life, a chronicle of events that lead to me living la vida boo-less. I will probably not do a good job as I am condensing years of feelings, experiences and thoughts into an half hour summary, but here goes nothing….About four years ago I was convinced that I no longer wanted to be single. I was 20 and ready for love! With 
notion that if you let a man go and he comes back to you he’s yours, he was operating by others, namely if you’ve never slept with a woman while you two were together, it’s a good idea to at least attempt to. Needless to say, it didn’t last very long….that was not the love I had sang about, cried about longed for or imagined.
