Eggs and Baskets

 My mother taught me to not put all of my eggs into 1 basket. Except that's exactly what you do, when you get married. All of your eggs go into a basket called "Love and Marriage" and you are left trying to figure out what that means for you and your spouse.  

But what if it's not forever.  What if it's lust and like each other instead of love and marriage? 

I am there. This is where I am, Lust and like each other well enough. But it's not enough because it's never enough and here we end up lonely and alone.

So consider try number 2. What do I do? Try again with this whole love and marriage attempt? Do I attempt trials without commitments? Do I puts some eggs in 1 basket leaving room for others? or do I risk it? Do I try again with everything in my heart knowing how badly it will hurt again, because the joy was worth the pain, because having beautiful love is worth the cost?  Putting the proverbial "Ball" in someone else's court, knowing they have the control or power to decide if it's a win or a flop is endlessly scary and overwhelming. Giving up control to another individual not knowing which way it's going to go. So again I ask, do I put all of my eggs in one basket? 

Tonight my slightly intoxicated self, sits alone asking a simple question about eggs and baskets, not knowing what the correct answer is. I'm simply doing my best, with what I have today.

Signing off for now

C