Writer's Block: One door closes, another one opens
Wow, this one's funny. I actually was just thinking about a little while ago, actually. A couple of years ago, when I moved back to Atlanta from Valdosta, I started working with a girl named Cindy. She was a couple of years older, and had 2 kids, but she still had her looks, and was incredibly easy to talk to. I'm not going to go into too much detail, but a situation arose where had I made a move, I'm reasonably certain that the last few years of my life would have been drastically different. While there was definite chemistry, at the time I wasn't willing to continue living in Atlanta. So, I left for Florida. Now, I'm not really big on regret in general, so the few that I carry are significant. Not seeing where things went with Cindy is one of them. While the last few years have not been dull, and I'm comfortable with remaining here in Sarasota, there still remains a significant void in my life. My only consolation in this is that the truly meaningful relationships I have developed seem to recirculate back into my life from time to time.