“Oh you know the night time, is the right time
to be with the one you love.” – Ray Charles
As I’m boiling lemons, recovering from a cold, my voice comes back all at once to sing the first few lines to Ray Charles’ Night Time Is. The sun just went down, it’s 5:56 but feels like midnight and I haven’t thought about writing (much less about love) in quite awhile.
When the sun sets, there’s this anticipation that is always awakened in me and even more so when I’m single.
How often I would get sad and reminisce, perhaps watch a romantic movie I knew the ending to (either in film or an old memory from my past). Well, what if the desire to snuggle with someone isn’t such a horrible thing? Longing for what isn’t won’t do any good but being excited and feeling what you’re desiring is the ticket I want to buy and nibble on popcorn over.
My friend gave me the best idea I’ve heard in ages last night and I’ll share it with you now. Love letters. Love letters to your beloved, write them now even before you’ve met or they’re sharing your bed because if you’re in that state of mind and heart, it’s easier to magnetize that energy. Loving yourself is the best thing you could possibly do, be with the one you love (you’re already there).
I’ll admit there are moments I get upset that I am not in love and all cuddled up at night but that’s no reason to invite an old story in to haunt me.
Wanting to be with someone, to share your day and night with is human. Don’t go cray-cray on yourself for wanting social interaction and body heat. It’s cold, it’s autumny winter – I get it.
Sharing your bed can be easier than your heart but you’re worth the whole pumpkin pie. I’d guess that most of us have tried dabbling in the past with old flames, maybe having a few drinks at a bar with a stranger, going on a few harmless dates just to get back out there. I’d rather hold court, honoring myself and let them come to me while I take excellent care of my own affairs. Marinating in yourself is bound to make one helluva love potion (you’ll know who’s attractive and who’s not the more in yourself you are).
I’m giving myself permission to wait for something that feels right and good just as much as it’s perfectly fine to want it.
Your permission slip giving friend,
**What permission slip are you gonna give yourself?
For starters, listen to the song I can’t get out of my head: