Why not say yes?

Remember being younger, before life became heavy with responsibilities? Saying yes was utterly thrilling!

Just a simple yes.

For a long time, I treated yes as though it carried the weight of destiny. Every date had to mean something. Every spark was a sign. Every encounter a karmic lesson. That kind of intensity made yes feel risky, heavy, dangerous even.

But lately, I feel something different moving through me. Saying yes feels exciting again. Yes to fun. Yes to flirting. Yes to remembering what it means to be human — playful, curious, open to chance.

See, I know this guy from the gym. I’ve nicknamed him gym guy in my head, so let’s go with that. He asked me on a date once before, but I absolutely was not in that place. He was gracious, understanding, and didn’t push. At the time, it was around when 'moving guy' also asked, and both got a flat-out no.

I was in the thick of transition then: ending deep connections, moving homes, my children shifting schools and living spaces. My nest reduced again — only one son left at home, preparing for the next chapter of his life in high school. My friendship circle shuffled. My family ties re-established themselves in new strength. I wasn’t ready for another new energy while navigating what felt like a huge life shift.

But now? Things have found their feet. The only area still carrying uncertainty is my health progression with MS. And right on cue, gym guy reached out again — very platonic, just sharing how he’d finally managed to get back into his own routine after six weeks out for parenting and the summer holidays. We ended up chatting about gym goals, common interests, and the conversation was easy. Flowing.

A friend once told me I should probably be open to dating people with a natural caring instinct — a nurse, a carer — because as a nurturer myself, having someone who embodies empathy might be a good match. And wouldn’t you know it? Gym guy is an actual carer.

I’m not loading that with expectation. But I can’t ignore how aligned that feels. After everything, maybe stepping back into the dating pool with someone who understands empathy is exactly the vibe I need.

And honestly, if nothing else, I love learning about people. I love conversations that spark reflections and give me the words for these blogs. Sharing energy, seeing new perspectives, letting curiosity guide me.

So yes… let’s go dating. Let’s bring some joy and fun back into this soul. Let the feminine shine.

Because sometimes, saying yes isn’t about finding forever. Sometimes it’s about remembering I’m alive.

So if the invitation comes? The answer is easy.

Why not say yes?