It has been a minute since I have honestly had the time to sit down and write a new post. My last post had found us back from Spring Break, and me feeling light and happy, even joyous. But all of those feelings were undone simply by receiving a letter in the mail. I will be the first to admit that going on dates again ... twenty some years after your last one has been a lesson in how things have changed. I never felt the need to tell my friends where I was going, share my location, or fear having someone pick me up at my house in 2000. I am, by nature, a trusting person, so to now be in a dating space in 2025, I have to remember that times have changed. I now have kids to protect as well as myself. So imagine my surprise when I received a letter in March from a man I saw twice in February. It was my fault that he had my address- I felt safe in having him pick me up for our first date. But in hindsight, that was an error in my judge...