Labels...

I seem to have accidently found myself in the arms of another man. I wasn't looking. I didn't want it. I certainly didn't want to like it! We all seem to spend so much of our time putting labels on everything or placing things in 'boxes' while we try and make sense of our behaviour that it started to make me think; at what point do we label an encounter? Is it rebound? Is it a fling? It's definately not a one night thing. Is it going to be a relationship? Is it to soon? Am I supposed to like it? Having bored myself stupid pondering these imponderables, I had to conclude that I can no longer justify labels in my life. I have spent so long trying to fit in to some sort of model of life that I somehow gleaned from living in this society was something to aspire to, only to find that I don't want it anyway. The freedom given to me by my husband leaving can only be gratefully received. So many aspects of my soul have been squashed in this 'ideal' exsistence, in this thing called marriage and whatever the man who has wandered into my life is, how ever long he stays, he has opened up that part of me again, the part of me that was suppressed for so long. The part of me that wants to sing and dance and write and, most importantly of all, be myself.

Whatever each person or encounter brings into our lives, they are holding up a mirror to us and our needs and what I need is to be free. Freeing up the possibility of continuing the best relationship of all - the one we have with ourselves.