Living a heart based life has not been easy, and my ego has fought me tooth and nail at every step.
I live just outside of Paris, in a flat i purchased a little more than a year ago.
I still have my corporate job which my MBA helped me get, and I find ongoing creative possibility in it.
We’re emerging from about two months of confinement, and they haven’t been easy ones.
But the most important news, the ones that should be shouted on the rooftops, is that I love someone more than I ever thought possible.
And after years of capitulation over whether I wanted to be a mother or not, the answer is yes, I desire it with all my soul. I want to be the mother of his child.
We are just at the beginning of our adventure together.
I had given up on love for years and had thought the best I could hope for was to get a high percentage of my desired checklist met in someone who thought the same about me. And then I found someone who made me look up from my ledger of accounts, and push the beaded abacus to the floor.
And with time I realized, he was everything I ever asked for and even more. We don’t live together at this time, but there’s nothing I wish for more than to wake up to him snoring next to me.
And as for baby, he is only a thought as yet, a dream, a yearning. But soon, I hope.
So this is what I have come to, the death of all my wandering, my running, my here-or-there.
This, I say.
NOW! my soul roars.
I love you, madly.