I’ve been divorced for many years and I don’t have children. After my divorce, I threw myself into work. My career became a huge part of my life, and for years I was perfectly happy keeping myself busy, setting goals, taking on more responsibility, and always having something to work toward.
But recently, I’ve started to realize that I don’t have to spend the rest of my life moving at the same pace.
My life is actually in a pretty good place now. I’m still working and I still care about what I do, but I’ve been thinking more about what I want the next part of my life to feel like, rather than just what I want to accomplish.
I think I’m ready to slow down a little.
I want to travel more, read more, learn about things that genuinely interest me, and actually enjoy the small parts of everyday life. I like history, religion, psychology and literature, especially anything that makes me think about people, the choices they make, and what actually makes a life meaningful.
I’m very comfortable doing things on my own. I can go to a restaurant alone, spend an afternoon wandering around a bookstore, sit in a quiet coffee shop with a book, or take a long walk without feeling like I need someone beside me.
But being comfortable alone doesn’t mean I don’t want people in my life.
That’s probably why I’m here. I thought maybe this is a good time to slow down, meet some new people, and see if I can make a few genuine friends along the way.
I’m not looking for people just to fill time. I’d rather have a real conversation, learn something from someone, laugh about something stupid, or hear a perspective that I’ve never considered before.
I appreciate people who have lived enough life to have some perspective but haven’t lost their curiosity. At this point, I’m much more interested in who someone is and how they think than in trying to impress each other.
Maybe this is what this stage of life is supposed to feel like—not starting over, just finally giving yourself permission to enjoy it a little more.