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  • A lover once told me that they didn't understand how my big, generous heart fit inside my tiny body. I laughed at the idea. In fact, what I thought about was how I needed to be more vigilant with this heart if I was ever going to navigate through life successfully.

    And I have no idea what success means in relation to love, but I do know that for a while after I had gotten divorced I had felt like I had failed. At love. At maintaining a relationship. At fully knowing myself. This boy was the first person I had ever allowed myself to get lost in. Which made the fall so much harder. We were young, but really there is no excuse.

    Picking up the pieces years later, I was able to recognize what values and highest truths were important to me, and aligned myself accordingly. Fact: it didn't happen overnight, and I didn't do it alone. Each relationship along the way shone a light into my heart until I was able to have the courage to accept nothing less then the best.

    And then the best showed up one day, at a party that I almost didn't attend because I left my phone at work and had to retrieve it. He lived down the street in the neighborhood and our paths crossed frequently. We now live together in a different neighborhood across the river, and are building a new life with each other. A life that I had only ever dreamed about until now, with a partner whose generous heart far exceeds mine.

    Rowdy blessings all around for having the courage to start again.
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