After Careful Consideration, I Believe I’m Done With Love

What a $@#! relief

Kathy Copeland Padden

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It's for the birds

First off

Let me begin by saying that there isn’t a morsel of regret or sorrow related to my decision. Bitterness, though admittedly in the vehicle, was not behind the wheel. Not a single iota of self-pity was involved in the making of this decision. OK, maybe one tiny half-iota, because nobody’s perfect.

Look. I’m in my late 50s and most of my life is behind me. And that life included numerous relationships, situationships, and a couple of great loves that were life-altering. During my impetuous youth, my heart was very adept at ignoring warnings from my head so I jumped into life and love feet first. The prospect of new adventures excited me, and I packed a lot of living into my first forty years.

(I do miss the dopamine)

When I was young and grabbing life by the balls (so many jokes) I made the conscious decision to have as much fun and get into as much trouble as I could. It was important to me that I’d have some epic memories to look back on as my rocking chair beckoned. A noble goal, right?

Nobility. Photo by Kathy Copeland Padden

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Kathy Copeland Padden

is a music fanatic, classic film aficionado, and history buff surfing the End Times wave like a boss. Come along!