As a novice in all things of divorce, I embark upon this blogspot with some skepticism.  The entire realm of singledom hasn't proven to be as easy to navigate as the fairy tale magazines would lead one to believe.  Unlike the articles in Cosmo, I am not finding myself to be mired in daily choices of designer clothes, designer men, and trendy careers.

Instead, I look to start filling a schedule book with mindless but supposedly productive activities that will give me confidence, composure, and a hormone free way of looking at things.  As we said in the eighties...right!  The ex was certain that I would turn into a sniveling lump of mediocrity by giving up the "perfect" life I had endured with him.  And the term "perfect" kept coming up in a conversation recently with a date mate as he referred to a star athlete..."he has the perfect life."

My counsel...what looks perfect probably isn't.  There has to be something that makes it imperfect.  Of course, by throwing the "perfect" life back into the Lake of Reality, I may be asking for karma to hit me dead in the face.  Perfection by its definition leaves no room for error.  It is the smooth surface of a mirror reflecting back the unattainable and the unimaginable.  What woman alive could look into that mirror and say, "Ah ha...perfection at last!"  No, there is always a flaw and now, I navigate those flaws as I embark on the "less perfect" life that others around me think they have been living.

One of my favorite sites is www.sciencedaily.com because it is a clearinghouse for scientific research that usually makes it to a reporter's desk but not often in the daily review of Joe Schmoe.  Hello, my name is Joe and I secretly love to read science.  It's not romantic but its realism hums with a global need for information dissemination.  BTW (before the web), we hoarders of information got our willies from PBS, National Geographic, and NPR.  In just a click, we can now feed on it as often and much as we like.  Hello, my name is Joe and science is my middle-aged, divorced woman's porn.

I figure if enough of us read from this scientific candy store, one of us will be lucky enough to tie a subject area together and discover a nugget of use simply by virtue of unique perspective.  Maybe my perspective will be better than everyone else and I can be the hero that solves a scientific puzzle.  It's a pursuit that jolts me more than finding the perfect outfit, the perfect mate, or the perfect job.  If I can find a perfect solution to a problem, then my job as Joe Schmoe is done and I can then rest on my laurels of mediocrity...or maybe rest on a lily pad in the Lake of Reality planted square in the land of Singledom.