As The Page Turns..
Within an hour of signing up on the dating site, the prospects popped up on my screen. Am I really that old—or are there only old men out there? And please, could someone send me options under 80? Also, where is Jon Hamm when I need him?
Learning to navigate the tricky world of online dating was equal parts scary and hilarious. I swiped the wrong way more than once and ended up “liking” men I would never choose. Then there are the ones who are 84 but post profile pictures clearly taken in their 50s. And ugh the photos that point up their noses! It’s a strange new road to travel, but I must admit it’s fun to tinker with each morning. And to my surprise, there were even a few genuinely interesting candidates. One thing quickly became clear, though: no one out here is happy being alone.
Much of the bravery it took to even try this, I owe to my friends. My wonderfully diverse support group has carried me through loss and illness, and they always include me in everything. I’ve learned that strength comes from each small step forward—whether it’s flying out of the country for a wedding or being the only single person on a trip surrounded by couples. I shouldered through it all while still searching for my new identity. I always knew my husband was an incredible partner, but in moments like these, I feel the absence of his reassurance more than ever.
One of the greatest lessons I keep learning is that we truly need people. Yes, “me time” matters, but family, friends, neighbors, and even casual acquaintances are essential to thriving. And just as important—we must let them lean on us, too. There’s something deeply empowering about being needed. It takes a certain kind of courage to ask for help, but doing so not only strengthens you, but it also inspires others to reach out for your support in return.
I’ve always been outgoing, independent, and committed to caring for myself, but each day I see more clearly how vital every piece of humanity is to making life whole. We are, after all, puzzle pieces—and we only make sense when we fit together.
And so, carrying that lesson with me, a week later I found the courage to book my first meet-up.
Quote for the week...
No road is long with good company
