My Mighty and Faithful Steed!

It was four months ago today that I lost my conveyance. 

To my 2003 Buick Regal, you were a mighty and faithful steed. On the day I picked you up from the dealer I swore that I would never trade you in and that I would drive you until your gaskets leaked and I couldn't squeeze another mile out of you. You had well over 250,000 miles and I expected you to go at least another 100,000 more because GM instilled in you that kind of can-do spirit. 

But you sacrificed yourself so that I might live, and for that I will always be grateful.

No heartbreak for you!

I recently heard from two friends that they've decided that love and heart ache are not for them.


What does this mean, exactly? I'm not sure.

One is a youngish male from the UK. The other is a female from Texas, around about the same age as me. And no, I'm not giving my age.

It's none of my business why they both decided on their particular life courses. I didn't ask and they didn't actually offer. They both made their declarations not to fall in love and because I respect people's choices, I let it be. Still, I've been thinking about why someone, anyone, would decide to forgo romantic love.

They both have families who love them. And as just about everyone outside of the Huxtable family knows, there is even a certain amount of exposure and vulnerability to heartache when we love our family. I suppose it's easier to love them because of the familial connection...or harder not to love them for the same.

Maybe life would be easier without romantic love. Perhaps I would be move level-headed and make better choices.

Though I doubt it.

For those of us who are led by our hearts, I'm not convinced we can turn it on and off. As much as I would prefer to be ruled by logic at times, I know what is impossible for me.