When a little cold slips back in

Where I live, it can be warm, sunny and spring-like one day and cold and gray the next. Even though the first day of spring was this week, we're back into winter again.

Life is so like the weather. My first day of spring, of sorts, was last week on the anniversary of my new life as a single girl. It was a fabulous day and week.

This week was a little different. A little chill came back. I'm not sure why, but things happen in groups - when it rains it pours to keep the weather theme going. They're not truly life changing things, but rather a series of little disappointments.

The biggest hit two days ago. I'm second in charge of a local writing organization, and the one in charge dumped everything on me and headed to the next state. My two-seater sports car was filled to the top with the organization's junk. He's a single guy who's given up. Truthfully he's difficult to be around, and he wonders why he can't find a job.

Not to be melodramatic, but my other disappointments have to do with general flakiness. Two days ago, I invited a friend to go a birthday party with me Saturday night. I haven't heard from him yet. It's not that big a deal, but I'd appreciate him to be man enough to respond. My longtime friend and lover has gone MIA again. I understand he's in the middle of preparing to sell his home and move halfway across the country, but a quick text or call doesn't interrupt life too much.

This single girl wants people in her life she can count on. People who make the sun shine.

And there are many bright moments. My amazing friend who checks in almost every day. My other incredible friend who's recovering from surgery and still takes a minute to brighten my day. I know she's only a block away if I need he or if she needs me. A simple response to a work email makes my day. "No problem, we'll take care of that." Or a media story that attributes a company's stock price rising because of a news release I wrote.

Then there's the email from my first love with pics that brightened my week. It warms my heart that we've kept in touch across the Atlantic since I was in high school.

The fat bright red-chested robins scrounging for food in the park remind me spring really is here. Even though a few chills slip through, life is good.

Love to the single girls,
Addison