Please pray for a possible new relationship, which may or may not just be a friendship but I don’t know and I’ve not thought about ever having another partner again so I’m wrestling with this, to go well, whatever it becomes.
That is to say, I’d assumed I’d never have another partner, but now I’m not sure. And maybe I need one. I’m not the same person as I was before I met Cubby. Of course one might have a partner without necessarily being roommates/housemates, too. I don’t know. But we’ve really hit it off well so far…
Hope things work out as best befitting unto you, @ChastMastr, to paraphrase the 1662 Book of Common Prayer.
Meanwhile, I'm in love ❤️ 😍 and feel like a giddy teenager - and that despite distance, ecclesial differences and practical considerations. I don't think I've abandoned common sense though.
My friend tells me she feels very tenderly towards me but remains cautious and doesn't yet want to 'whisper those words my heart is longing to hear' to quote the song from the closing credits of the 1960s British 'Supermarionation' TV series 'Stingray.'
She says she feels she's not far behind though.
I feel pole-axed by the whole thing, to be honest. I can't think straight. I'm all palpitations and shortness of breath. I'm mooning around like a love-sick teenager.
I imagine all this is normal but I'm feeling very tired and struggle to motivate myself to get on with things. I keep looking at her photo on my phone and feeling woozy.
Then, the next day I'll wonder whether I'm acting precipitately or whether there's any milage in it at all.
My emotions are all over the place.
What can I do? Long walks? Distraction?
I feel like a chemical cocktail. Cortisol. Adrenaline. Whooze, fizz and pulse.
Hope things work out as best befitting unto you, @ChastMastr, to paraphrase the 1662 Book of Common Prayer.
Meanwhile, I'm in love ❤️ 😍 and feel like a giddy teenager - and that despite distance, ecclesial differences and practical considerations. I don't think I've abandoned common sense though.
My friend tells me she feels very tenderly towards me but remains cautious and doesn't yet want to 'whisper those words my heart is longing to hear' to quote the song from the closing credits of the 1960s British 'Supermarionation' TV series 'Stingray.'
She says she feels she's not far behind though.
I feel pole-axed by the whole thing, to be honest. I can't think straight. I'm all palpitations and shortness of breath. I'm mooning around like a love-sick teenager.
I imagine all this is normal but I'm feeling very tired and struggle to motivate myself to get on with things. I keep looking at her photo on my phone and feeling woozy.
Then, the next day I'll wonder whether I'm acting precipitately or whether there's any milage in it at all.
My emotions are all over the place.
What can I do? Long walks? Distraction?
I feel like a chemical cocktail. Cortisol. Adrenaline. Whooze, fizz and pulse.
Help! Help! It's a roller-coaster.
It sounds potentially awesome but prayers for you regardless. ❤️🕯
I feel like a chemical cocktail. Cortisol. Adrenaline. Whooze, fizz and pulse.
Help! Help! It's a roller-coaster.
What can you do on the rollover-coaster? I’d say enjoy the ride.
In an odd way this makes the think of the “Enjoying God” thread. Rather than fretting about what might or might not happen, or how it will all play out—I know, easy to say!—enjoy this gift from God that reminds you in a powerful way that life isn’t over, that new days come, and that even at our age you can feel like a teenager again.
To quote Dag Hammarskjöld: “For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes.”
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That is to say, I’d assumed I’d never have another partner, but now I’m not sure. And maybe I need one. I’m not the same person as I was before I met Cubby. Of course one might have a partner without necessarily being roommates/housemates, too. I don’t know. But we’ve really hit it off well so far…
Meanwhile, I'm in love ❤️ 😍 and feel like a giddy teenager - and that despite distance, ecclesial differences and practical considerations. I don't think I've abandoned common sense though.
My friend tells me she feels very tenderly towards me but remains cautious and doesn't yet want to 'whisper those words my heart is longing to hear' to quote the song from the closing credits of the 1960s British 'Supermarionation' TV series 'Stingray.'
She says she feels she's not far behind though.
I feel pole-axed by the whole thing, to be honest. I can't think straight. I'm all palpitations and shortness of breath. I'm mooning around like a love-sick teenager.
I imagine all this is normal but I'm feeling very tired and struggle to motivate myself to get on with things. I keep looking at her photo on my phone and feeling woozy.
Then, the next day I'll wonder whether I'm acting precipitately or whether there's any milage in it at all.
My emotions are all over the place.
What can I do? Long walks? Distraction?
I feel like a chemical cocktail. Cortisol. Adrenaline. Whooze, fizz and pulse.
Help! Help! It's a roller-coaster.
It sounds potentially awesome but prayers for you regardless. ❤️🕯
In an odd way this makes the think of the “Enjoying God” thread. Rather than fretting about what might or might not happen, or how it will all play out—I know, easy to say!—enjoy this gift from God that reminds you in a powerful way that life isn’t over, that new days come, and that even at our age you can feel like a teenager again.
To quote Dag Hammarskjöld: “For all that has been, thanks. For all that will be, yes.”
We both have some concerns about coming from different Christian traditions but we'll see ...