I started dating again. As a dreamer, I found myself becoming entangled in the ideals (often unearned) of people, in the possibility. There was the journalist I thought was adorable or the local theater actor who was perfectly quirky. I could picture a life with each of them, but a solid connection was not there. As much as I hoped it would work, I eventually had to realize they were no place to place my long-term dreams. What I needed was to connect from the heart.