It’s been a long road to this particular place.
I have worked on myself diligently for the past few years, the path was tough. But I took those first steps as I promised myself and I’m still on the journey.
I wanted to be perfect. I gloriously am not. That was part of the path; accepting life and myself but making the changes I could. Perfect is boring.
I called W two days ago and said, “do you remember when we first were together and that feeling we had? Well, I have it again.”
The situation and the relationship are open to a myriad of possibilities all being met with trust, kindness, laughter, and caring.
I am open with my heart and my words…I express myself often…probably to his chagrin. There is no doubt he knows where I stand at all moments…and when he is unclear we discuss. We talk, and don’t hide.
Somehow the best way to mend a broken heart is to fall in love with myself and work on that relationship first. I did that.
I am blessed. I am happy. I am smiling most of the time. I am so myself now. I cannot wait for the future to unfold, but I’m not going to rush it. I’m just going to sit back and enjoy the ride.
And yes, I’m posting a shoe, because I love shoes.