Looking back to the first time I was purpose-fully single.
I was 25 and recently out of a gruesome break-up with a romantic partner and all of the friends to whom he'd misrepresented our relationship...
and boy was that a dark dank time in my journey.
After months of reeling and spinning out of control, hitting every stair on the way down the spiral case, I came to the ultimate decision:
I make my own choices. I take my own risks. I owe it to myself to follow what my soul speaks to me. I followed my intuition with aggressive focus. I moved across the country with less than $5 to my name and created a life I am happy to live now.
Over the past decade:
I met myself, and she was beautiful.
I dated myself, and she was receptive.
I cuddled myself, and she was warm.
I loved myself, and she was whole.
I was 25 and recently out of a gruesome break-up with a romantic partner and all of the friends to whom he'd misrepresented our relationship...
and boy was that a dark dank time in my journey.
After months of reeling and spinning out of control, hitting every stair on the way down the spiral case, I came to the ultimate decision:
I make my own choices. I take my own risks. I owe it to myself to follow what my soul speaks to me. I followed my intuition with aggressive focus. I moved across the country with less than $5 to my name and created a life I am happy to live now.
Over the past decade:
I met myself, and she was beautiful.
I dated myself, and she was receptive.
I cuddled myself, and she was warm.
I loved myself, and she was whole.
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