Gone Fishing

I am expanding my horizons. I signed up for online dating with the encouragement of some of my friends. Something I said I would never do, believing that when I meet someone I will meet them, leaving it up to fate. Well I am impatient and fate is taking it's sweet ass time. So here I am, we'll see how this goes.
The Hopeless Romantic
(Does that make me even more hopeless?)

Love the Simple Things

What a privilege it is so find such satisfaction in the small things in life. Coming home after a long day and reading under a quilt with a pot of tea. I do not care if I am acting like an 80 year old for it is such a pleasurable act for me. Some of my most relaxing evenings involve settling in with glass of red wine after a bubble bath with painting my nails watching re-runs of sex and the city or black and white films. Now black and white films, those are in a box all of their own, for an evening spent with them is now one of my favourite things to do. I think I have come to a point in my life, or at least in this part of my life, where things don’t always have to be go go go, to keep me satisfied. I am not always looking around the next corner or on to greener pastures to be happy. I think with such steady work that involves planning and organizing as well and enthusiasm and creativity has agreed well with me. Having a home to call my own and decorate, as I please feels so settling. I find it very pleasing to take something and make it my own, do things my way and it work to achieve things. Finding peace with moving into such a steady pattern of everyday life has allowed to stop and smell the roses so to say. To find the time to explore the little things, which in turn leave me feeling very rewarded with what I am creating for myself. Dear lord, am I perhaps growing up? I suppose it had to happen sooner or later, although maybe not as soon as expected, I think it may take a while.
Until then,
The Hopeless Romantic xox

Indian Summer

Autumn is like pure indulgence for my soul. I know my last post was about autumn, but now that it is in its full glory and vibrancy I feel completely content. My soul feels satisfied with the first morning breath of the fresh air. The nights that colors my checks and make my breath slightly visible in the cool air makes me so happy to be right where I am in that moment. I think, perhaps this fall seems so great because my life is at point where my feelings can almost match that of how fall makes me feel. What a great time of year to realize it. I feel like I am on the brink of complete happiness. I really could not ask for more, I love everything. (Well I could ask for my but that would just be greedy.)

When autumn comes in, its brilliance fills my eyes, and I really do feel like they have to be the window to my soul. What my senses experience really does make me feel more vibrant myself. That is the way life is making me feel right now. So perhaps this fall is a special one for me, which in turn will usher in many more great autumns and all other seasons. I really just have a good feeling that good things are on their way. Sometimes good things falls apart so better things can fall together. Maybe all the things we put up with, a false starts that leave us starting over again, are the warm-up round to prepare for the big things. I think the choices we make sometimes may end up as a detour on our journey but in the end, fate brings you to the destination you were always heading for. Life is funny sometimes, but it has its reasons. We are not meant to be thrown things we really can’t handle. So this fall I am choosing to let things fall into place, embrace my life as it happens and hope for the best.
Until Then,
The Hopeless Romantic

Falling for you

I have to admit I was quite sad to see summer go. Which was a bit surprising, I’ve never really been a summer girl. But Today on the hiking trail with the leaves already changing, I quickly forgot about missing summer and remembered why autumn is probably one of my top 3 favourite things in life. From the colors, to the smell in the morning, and from that crisp cold air, to watching leaves fall to the ground. I get so wrapped up in it’s pure natural beauty that I can’t even pinpoint what exactly it is that mesmerizes me so. I think it is everything, every, single, thing about it. Everyone talks about summer love, but I think if it is going to be a good solid love than it should start in autumn. I have no rhyme or reason for this, it is just the most romantic season in my mind.
I love it so much, it makes me want to fall in love. I want to fall in love under the leaves, fall head over heels with all my most loved colors surrounding me. I want to wake up with the morning, smell the crisp air and read a book. I want to walk hand and hand on the cool evenings and cuddle after under my Jimi Hendrix blanket. I want someone who appreciates the season as much as I do.
I wish I could live in a land where it was fall all year round. I think I would be perfectly content there. I do not know when this love of fall became apparent, but I am ever so grateful it did. I never feel more alive than I do in the autumn months. I think feeling so alive makes me want to share it with someone. But, to me fall is such a sacred season that it could not possibly be just anyone. So I think the reading and walking will be solo this year.
Until it isn’t,
The Hopeless Romantic xox

A Farwell to Summer

Oh the summertime and how it makes you feel different from the rest of the year, it's like you have a few months off from the real world. Here's is a tribute to that!

Sweet Summer Heat
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There is nothing like the sweet summer air
That if I close my eyes for a moment I don’t have a care

I don’t care that this could really be nothing but what it is
I don’t care that perhaps it was more than just a stupid kiss

There is something about this summer heat
That has the power to make bad ideas seem sweet

I feel this heat wave come on so strong
And it clouds my judgement of right from wrong

But following the sweet summer heat are those crisp autumn nights
And you quickly remember what it is that is right

For what you feel on those sweltering nights is most likely wrong
For you really want the heat that lasts all winter long

Let those bad ideas fall away with the leaves
Say good-bye to mistakes due to that sweet summer heat
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The Hopeless Romantic

Shores of Lake Superior

There is no place like home! I agree with Dorothy on this one. After being away for a while, I never realize how much I love it here until I am on my way home again. It’s like as soon as I hit Sault St. Marie, even though I still have another 6 hours to go I breath a *sigh* of relief and think, I’m home. The rolling hills, trees as far as you can see water that stretches even farther. I am deeply disappointed if I am driving through this stretch of highway in the dark because I feel deprived of the view. Down hills that feel like you may just fly into Lake Superior, and view that makes you think Mother Nature spent a little extra time here. The last time I traveled home, I was a little disappointed that it was not sunny skies. I love the sun shining off the blue waters. However, I quickly changed my mind as the wind picked up, showing the not only the beauty, but also the raw power of our great lake.
I am quite proud that my town sits on the very top of this giant water mass, but I do not enjoy that fact as much as I enjoy travelling along its shore. If I had my way (and my own car) I would spend a couple days going down this 6 hour stretch of road so I could stop when I felt the urge, walk as far along its shores as I pleased. Take in each rock, wave, stretch of forest, and go with the wild wind. I want to sleep under the stars on the beach, listening to the waves crash on our north shore. I always wanted to see the ocean, but I still don’t think it could surpass my wonder I get each time I turn into Northern Ontario, wishing I could slow down movement and enjoy the landscape a little more.
Whether I ever leave this area, where ever my life leads me I will always be a “Girl of the North Country” at heart, and the shores of Lake Superior will always be my home.
The Hopeless Romantic

Still Hopeless as ever.....

I've found myself saying lately that I have been single for so long that I know exactly what I want, that I would never stand for anyone telling what or what not to do. That I now have the liberty of choosing who I end up with, not the victim of folly. Maybe this is why I am still single. And do I really mean the words coming out of my mouth? I think not. I think it's just so people don't feel sorry for poor me, the endless bridesmaid, the single friend, the one who only allows embraces after a good (or cheap) bottle of red. Mostly I am happy, things are going pretty great these days, but once in a blue moon I want to say "forget what I want", because what I want is to be held. How do I really know what I want anyways? Deep down I just want to feel appreciated, wooed, held. I want someone to answer to, to care about my day,my friends, and my life. So maybe I'll give up my standards for awhile, what I want and what I am looking for. I'll embrace fate and let what will be just be. Que Sera, Sera! If fate wants to speed things up however, that would be great as well. Until then,
The Hopeless Romantic xox