If you’re an unmarried 20-something living in San Francisco, you are bound to have at least one night a week by yourself. On these nights I like to pour myself a glass of wine, turn on some Van Morrison and whip up dinner for one. I love this time alone. I think I’m generally happier when I have some time to reflect and zone out. Tonight as I was making a single serving of this, I was thinking about “game changers.”
If you gave me a dollar for every time I said, “I don’t ever think I could spend as much time with my boyfriend as some of my friends” or “I’m just not good at being vulnerable,” I’d be dining at the French Laundry tonight. It’s not that I’m a totally different person with this addition to my life, but something did change. On a very unassuming, slightly drizzly night in January, I met my game changer. Besides the fact that I could spend every day ambling around town laughing with (and at) him, I also have no reservations about diving in headfirst.
Suddenly a life that never felt lacking feels whole. You can’t plan it, predict it or prepare for it. You just have to go through life loving the life you lead, all the while being confident the right person will come. A game changer means you didn’t settle for good or good enough. Had you, you wouldn’t have changed.
I always enjoy reading your blogs, esp. just before I go to bed. You give me so much to think about and always upliftiing. Thanks KK.
Isn’t love grand?