After three days of pulling my hair, being lost in my incessant chatter and wondering if I had left my Peace back in England, I look over to Hiranya, my norwegian friend, and told her: "You know, if at 35 I am having exactly the same relationship issues and facing the same old freaking stories in my head that I had when I was 25, perhaps the main problem is within me. Maybe it is not so much about picking the right guy, but about becoming the right woman."
It´s funny how I used to think that being aligned with a path of Enlightenment would get rid of challenges, wrong turns, mistakes, or choosing poorly. Cosmic joke on me.
Friendship is a precious thing. So precious, so selfless, so incredibly pure. As a resting dragon, it may be dormant for years, but then, whenever there's a call from a far away kingdom, the dragon wakes up, puts himself together and roars. That's sort of what happened today.
but the I am girl part of me secretly desires that he is still waiting for me to open the red door of our house and come home after my explorations in the world.
And in those moments you might want to pick up the phone and text him. Or go out and get smashed and be morally hangover the next morning. Or you might just want to shove your mouth with popcorn until you cannot breathe anymore.
Yes, I thought my heart was breaking into one-million tiny pieces that reassembling back wouldn´t be possible even if 300 fairies were working on it for ten years. At least that´s how it felt the moment it happened. The sun will shine through, but you need to open up the curtains.