I went Sunday Driving yesterday, on my bicycle, with a young friend. What a good time! Perfect sunny weather, we put our bikes into her truck and went to an impressive park in the big city. I am a friendly person and I called out to people as we biked the path, enjoying a short exchange or smile.
I especially enjoyed riding past the sweating, panting, hard working clients of cheery, shouting coaches...you can't miss them...and I'd yell, "That your Coach? She's merciless! She's brutal," as I went by, making them all laugh. After all, we know here in TOOLS just what a Coach is like. (NO EXCUSES!) Now I can spot them a mile away.
Yes, see that cheerful, confident, fast moving person with the great biceps and a huge smile on her face? She's walking backwards, just ahead of the pitifully red-faced, miserable sot? Definitely a coach. One of those cheery, confident types yelled over to me, "You're working it!" and clapped his hands. Bless him. Coaches really are an infectious lot.
My young friend was interested in eyeing the men. I am long past the giddy excitement and self-validation of chatting up a stranger, though I know it's fun. I'm interested in men I like and admire while we work or play or volunteer together. Not that crazy spark--so often misleading and trouble--but I want to feel partnership, calm, laughter and focus. I want to see him patient and compassionate toward me and toward others. I love to look over and watch a man creating or doing.
I used to tease my boyfriend that his best pillow talk was when he was fired up about his work, filled with intelligence, passion, commitment to people, and ferocity. When I find my mate, it will be a man with whom I can work on a project in fabulous harmony.
Because that requires trust, silent communication, dedication, and equal giving and taking. It requires mutual purpose.
My boyfriend and I used to work in the garden like that. Doing things together, helping each other, then moving apart, lost in our own worlds, focused, and filled with spirit and peace. He used to say he forgot all about his worries and stresses and felt great happiness. "Everything feels safe and right," he'd say. It really seemed so.
Men have a special fire when they are 100% dedicated to something, whether it's building a perfect brick wall, or designing a space ship. I like being around it. That "special fire" when they are trying to pick you up at a park I am done with. lol.
So, I left my friend alone in an area to think her Law Of Attraction thoughts. She had good success, I must say.
We had a picnic of fruit and fresh shrimp I brought along, and then I needed to go home and work. I've got a heavy work load all week, on a project I care a lot about, so that was it, for play, for me. I came home exhausted, and refreshed. Okay with locking the chain onto my desk.