Finally content with a past I regret*

March is almost over, and I suddenly feel empty. Have you ever had that feeling before?

In the past three weeks, I’ve read 17 (yes, 17!) books – contemporary romance novels. Every time a book would end, I would go to the library and pick up a new one. I usually finish a 300-something page book in a day or two. I’ve been avoiding my family and friends because I’d rather indulge in the lives of the people in these books – lives that go from not-so-perfect to absolutely amazing. It’s insane.

Tonight as I finished my 17th book, I looked up and let reality hit me. I’m single. I don’t have a date for the biggest ball ever because I refused to go with the four different guys who have asked me. Who am I waiting for? No one in particular. I’d just rather sit in my pjs and drink diet coke rather than go out and dance with a guy who it’s obviously not going to work out with.

This takes me back to how I was two years ago, and yet my friends were right there after I stepped out of it. So tonight, I’ve made a decision. I am going to stop by the library tomorrow and return all those books. I will not pick up any new books, and I will take my friends up on the lunch date. I will hopefully apologize to one of the guys and go to the ball with him. I will slow-dance with him, but I won’t cross the lines.

I won’t be the person I was two years ago. Not again.

* Rascal Flatts – I’m Moving On