I am in love! It hit me like a ton of bricks this weekend.  Remember what it felt like when you first fell in love? Every song on the radio was YOUR song. The littlest thing put a wide smile on your face. You bounced a little as you walked and the small stuff? No sweat! I love a love story. This whole Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce matchup has me rooting for a live proposal at the SuperBowl. I wept through The Golden Bachelor (and yes, I applied for the next season.) Give me a sappy Hallmark movie, and I puddle. But these years since Mark's transition have been an exercise in learning to be alone with myself. Truth be told, I kicked and screamed and worked every angle to fast forward through this chapter. Bumble, Hinge, J-Date, The League, and even Tinder can attest to my razor sharp focus on getting to what I thought would be the good part; my "happily ever after." Nope. Met some nice people. Some creeps. And then...crickets. Sigh. Perhaps I waved a spiritual white flag without realizing it. It wasn't like I decided to surrender. I just got busy doing stuff that made me happy. Going to the gym everyday. Wildly dancing with new friends. Being alcohol-free and still slaying on karaoke night. Petting puppy dogs and talking to random babies. Interviewing beautiful souls for my podcast . Savoring a sauna and clean sheets on the bed. Instead of waiting for someone to ask me, I took myself on dates. Like this weekend! Th I chose the scenic route on my way home from a jaunt to LA to see Chaka Khan in concert (and yes, I belted "I'm Every Woman" as if I were the performer). Around a bend, this greeted me: