A true romantic will see who they want and fully invest in them despite warnings and fears, for romantics are the greatest of optimists.
Thus, they are the most destroyed if betrayed – rendered to ash instead of destined by design ascendance of spirit.
It requires two of the same to rebirth love’s sacred flame.
The “Rabbit Hole” is a slippery decline that I have encountered in many men’s minds on their journey to self definition – which has more often ended in pure farce against morals and virtues.
Give and take are to be expected, and flexibility is needed when partners are learning and growing together.
However, how can I know that a man’s blueprint is solid despite inherently versatile variabilities?
Having one of the highest, best, and amazing forms of interconnected, loving relationship is this desire of my most passionate dreaming.
However, where does it fit into the reality of foot grooming, hair tweasing, and health reclaiming?
Pure romance as presented through the ages now idolizes artifice and distance from daily living.
Phrases take on different meanings as I experience them:
I have been bound to hell.
I am determined to get out of it.
“Never give up. Never surrender.”
(Galaxy Quest)
It must bend and adapt while pressed to meet daily survival requirements. At least my chosen profession nourishes society.
In times of pandemic, economy, and enforced poverty equaling circumstances beyond our control, it becomes apparent that we need help as individuals, families, and societies to overcome.
It must become of consolation to realize that had I stayed employed, these demands would have still hit – yet I would have been prevented from doing so well as I have done.
In two weeks, I have earned what a month of previous employment could provide if client attendance had been solidly consistent.
It is not a great amount, but I generated it in half the usual time. So even if I could not make up a month’s income in two weeks, I have on levels greatly succeeded.
Covid taking away two incomes for two weeks, then one car completely breaking requiring investing in the other to get it going – while licensure is impending canceling, rent for March is due, and I am out networking, collaborating, and working to build business…the immense progress being made in a such a short amount of time still does not meet the demands of money nor energy output needed.
One of the sweetest songs…makes my heart sing.
Is this my best self?
Am I satisfied with the results?
What can I do to depart with the unnecessary and usher in vitality?
The person she wanted to be was floundering under the weight of time-pressured obligations.
She could not tell if she was doing so much that it made her so exhausted – or that her exhaustion made doing a few things seem like she was doing too much.
Breaking away when she was just seventeen and stumbling to get her footing, she loved passionately – like a wild thing.
Now, I call her back to me.
Pushing into muscular zones of resistance where before were too torn and weakened.
She left her family’s heritage to become something more that the world needed.
Of course he would choose that certain path predefined that would hedge his bets toward “success.” What man of noble character and breed would risk his status for a love more endurant?
Through all the malarkey men had given her, she finally came to a point where she realized that it was all waste of time ridiculous. Then, she saw him again before her – and denial that had bound her faltered.
She had been schooled to feel that she must give too much of herself to gain the slightest glimmer of love’s appreciation.
But it was time she realized that this imbalanced exchange of energy was not the true way of living.
Because she had been so innovative in traveling roads less traveled, she was not sure if she was hero or pariah.
Even if/when I want to, I may pause to crumple, rest, and regain my bearings – but then, I keep going.
All this time alone, not wanting to be alone – yet now accepting it.
This last evening, I offered to share the “how-to” of my therapy with a young man going into the arts of healing.
I told him that I believe knowlege to heal should be shared openly.
I chose him because I can see that he has great potential.
Wherever she went, no matter what she said or did, most people – young to old – turned away from and rejected her.
When we were on the mountain, we felt very alone.
Isolated for three years from community that we could relate to, we endured fears from poverty, hateism, and Covid.
The move to this location was the best thing that we could have done.
Now, a friend can stay the night by our fireplace, instead of driving to their home late at night through the snow.
And I can share my therapy with people who want to heal and grow.
Those which march forward to take the place of the pace that I would have dictated.
Stepping away from a lone warrior’s trials into the role of healer diplomat, she removed the copper desert’s ring from her finger.
A loved one’s life hack that surprisingly calms coughing.
I must comfort myself.
The physical therapist I am now working with understood what I was describing and her fingers found and began unwinding source issues!
Those that felt persecuted by society’s authority for investing in drugs demeaned and discounted the empaths who did not need the chemicals and tried to encourage, instead, focusing on self development.
The difference between us was that empaths chose to rise above fear’s codependency, forging new experiential paradigms by productively using the data they gathered – whereas the “users” fashioned the data gleaned by the drugs experienced into excuses for not doing anything.
The simulation was going quite well in the eyes of the experimentors subjecting the human to continuously ramping up, next-level stressors.
A needed balm is to figure out how to get the brain cell overstim to calm down.
Attempting to hold back while the only way is forward, car repairs, licensing fees – undesired but absolutely needed emergency expenditures crowd with blaring impending timelines, refusing to give way to prior commitments of household required bills and rent approaching.
Why is now any more intense than times before?
The difference is that I am reclaiming a part of myself I was forced to leave behind a decade ago while being smacked by new demands as I step through the door.
(Title Ref lyrics from “Low,” Flow Rida)
When I look at you, I see me and I am reminded of who I have been – and if I could process and dump this grief, still could be.
(tears)
Having followed its tenants and given of herself generously, she had placed her safe-keeping in the hands of one that she had thought could be trusted – only to find herself on the slave market.
Brain spinning from too many external things to attend while training and requirements must be book-ended; sitting down with legs extended as prep to leave; open up chapstick to apply to lips – and the gooey bit plops out of its cylinder to land on and smear your pant legs = sans relief, last pair of clean pants, and any illusion of patience.
At a certain point, truth must be scaled back so that others can accept it.
She had thought to herself that she wanted to know what he looked like if he added something to his ensembledge.
And then from a distance, he did it.
When the pain squeezed me unrelenting, I asked what I needed to change. It was leave standard employment and return to complete independent contracting.
This was a difficult decision because when taking on such a feat, it is preferable to have “a nest egg” saved upon which to have some financial security.
I do not know when I have ever had reliable resources or continuity, so why does the present feel any different when approaching spending?
Up until now I have continuosly taken wild leaps of faith and expected there would be at least a next trickle of replenishment coming down the stream.
But something inside is shifting and I feel more cautious and vulnerable…maybe because I am returning to embracing my innermost dreams.
I worked on a peer that has helped top athletes – and he liked my therapy!
Adrenal output can be seen as excitement, rather than stress and anxiety.
Everybody has dirty eye glasses with smudges. No one gets them consistently clean.
We are all train wrecks – but some of us are dumpster fires.
Climbers will always seek out and take on difficult challenges. It’s in our blood.
Focus on less effort for greater gains.
(These made my evening!)
Some would “shoot their best race horses to save money on feed.”
I do not have time for inefficiency.
My name for a exploration series about reclaiming personal core values, setting aside fear, and embracing healing to strengthen being positive, dynamic contributors to society. It would feature individuals and communities investigating and embarking upon their own custom-tailored personal process of beneficial transformation.
I am doing my best to bundle past issues and fears from/of lack and limitation, pushing them to the side to make room for raw manifestation.
I absolutely love raw crystals and polished stones. They are beautiful symbols of hope that I can hold and gaze upon or into for fractal rainbowed inspiration.
The night before networking, I struggled to find dress pants and bring together a nice outfit for the event.
I could not find a pair that fit me at the stores I visited and when I got home, it hit me how I had nothing in the closet – I mean literally nothing that could work well because I do not have much clothing.
However, I found an extra black jacket in our hall closet that complimented my black clinic outfit, and added a soft, dark scarf for warmth.
Stick to what you know when entering new territories Then you can be Authentic.
I presented well and felt competant.
When I turned 40, I was fresh-eyed and hopeful for the future.
Becoming suddenly swept put to sea by someone else’s mid-life crisis sucked me into a ten year rip tide of fighting for recovery.
Turning 50, 51, and now 52 requires no real reaction except that it has taken cognizant self-differentiating from how outdated “norms” of society want to categorize me.
I am “other” than what is expected to be perceived.
It is my consolation prize to myself that I refuse to compromise as I reestablish my identity.
I am 52 years old.
Hahahahaha!
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