Armour Hills walker wants a second chance

I walk through Armour Hills every evening admiring houses I'll never afford and it makes me weirdly happy. I'm forty five, divorced after twenty years, and learning who I am without someone defining me. I teach yoga at a studio on Main Street and I'm not as zen as my job implies. I swear in traffic, I eat pizza in bed, and I'm a mess in all the ways that make a person real. I want a second chance at love with someone who's also been through the fire and come out softer instead of harder. We've earned some tenderness, haven't we?