The Thrill of a First Kiss

There's nothing like it. So I thought. That rush of feeling that comes over you when his lips touch yours for the first time, wondering if your life will change, will it stay the same, is he the one, will he break your heart... The queasiness in your stomach overcomes you, and you can feel you heart literally beating faster and faster. Your smile stretches from ear to ear when it's finished, and you feel... satisfied. Like nothing in your world could ever go wrong again, because this action has just righted all wrongs. There's nothing like it. So I thought.

With my newfound "stike" against the men of the world, first kisses come few and far between for me now. Well, let's just say first kisses with any kind of passion like that come few and far between. As this stike against dating has turned more into a way of life rather than a phase, the universe, being ever so kind and never losing its' sense of humor, created new ways for me to experience the thrill of a first kiss. When one loses their sight, it is said that their other senses become magnified. I believe this is true. I truly believe that when God closes a door, he opens a window.

When my one-year-old neice crawls into my lap, and smiles at me... when she reaches her hands way out for me to hold her... that thrill is there. The rush, the feeling in the stomach, the thought of life being so wonderful and nothing can go wrong... Just looking into her eyes and seeing her love for me gives me the thrill of that first kiss.

When I accomplish a project at work... one that took me awhile to learn, one that I have finally perfected, on my own... that thrill is there. When I think back to where I was a year ago today, and think ahead to where I will be one year from today, I get chills up my spine. Knowing that I have only tasted a piece of what this world has to offer me, and there's a whole big cookie left to eat... Getting in the car at the end of the work day, knowing I am doing great things with myself there.... That first kiss.

When I spend time by myself.... something I never enjoyed doing in the past.... just being comfortable in my own skin, and having no one else's company but my own, the thrill is there. Knowing that I don't need anyone else to make me happy or comlete me, that the beach is just as beautiful when I'm by myself, the kite flies just as high when I'm by myself, and the movie is just as good when I'm by myself... Ahhhh, that first kiss.

So the thrills are still there, just wearing a different outfit. And maybe once that first kiss actually comes again, I'll need a new feeling for it, because all the other wonderful things have replaced it.