Today I realized I could be perfectly happy without a husband or children.
I also realized that my peak experiences in life hadn’t come at work, even if I am quite grateful for my job that I like at least 60-70% percent of the time.
And i don’t need to leave Paris for ambitious reasons, I want to be here, I want to grow even deeper roots here, I want to bloom here, I want my fruit to be born here.
I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life, really that my life could be so free of conditions.
I feel genuine joy.
I do want to buy an apartment with my name on the deed, even if it’s no bigger than what I need for my own basic needs.
Happiness can be sort of unconditional, assuming some basic needs are met.
And they don’t have to be met in the way you expect.
I feel like I may not have performed as well as I might have for a consulting interview yesterday, but I did realize a lot about myself and what’s most important to me.
I’ve never felt so free, I feel like the fourth and fifth and sixth walls have been broken and I’m living in a seventh dimension of expansive freedom.
I don’t need to be a wife and mother!
I don’t need a man and babies!
I don’t need a million dollars or a fancy title!
I don’t need to be the CEO or the greatest or the best!
I am myself, and that’s more than enough, and always has been.
Paris, je t’aime.
I am so happy right now, it feels like a dirty secret to not need all those things to be happy I always thought I should be pursuing frantically and diligently. But no, no need.
I don’t even need an apartment, but I want one.
I am a free spirit.
Let freedom ring!
Almost turning 30 might be one of the best things that have ever happened to me so far. Life has not turned out anything like I planned, and it’s absolutely fabulous!
I am richer than Midas, and my wealth is too big for just this world to contain.
I’m free, I’m free, I feel like the Genie in Aladinn when his cosmic powers can finally put to his own use.
Blessings be upon you, my friends.
Thanks for coming along on this ride.