You know what I love? This is what I love...
I love those times in life when you wake up and realize that the people and things that once burdened you, have simply dissolved or made their way out of your life. And you notice that you are more free than you've ever been, and you realize how far you've come. And you look back with gratitude for all that they brought and taught, but you sure as hell appreciate the fact that you are no longer the same person who drew them into your world so long ago.
And you wake up with a smile because everything really IS okay, despite how much you worried it wouldn't be. And you giggle a bit, because it wasn't nearly as difficult as it seemed when it was all you could think about.
And you feel like Queen (or King) of the World because you just made it through a period that you feared you'd be lost in forever, even though you knew better.
And your steps have more bounce.
And your skin is more radiant.
And you sleep better and longer.
And you can see all things clearly, and you see all people clearly.
And your entire world has changed simply because YOU have changed.
And you feel back in your groove but you know that this particular groove is even groovier than the last because you're the best you've ever been, naturally.
And you feel on the cusp of something magnificent, as always.
And you know your worth.
You see your true beauty.
And you don't give a fuck what they say because you already made that mistake once. So you stop wasting your precious breath on those who don't value themselves enough to focus on their own lives instead of yours.
And you see no limits and feel no pain.
And you have no worries and have no fear.
And you love what's good and forget the rest.
And you dance, and you dance and you dance.
And you pray that you will never forget how amazing life is, how wonderful you truly are, how much the world needs your light, and how great it feels to be free of all the things and people that once held you down.
Until you realize they never really did such a thing.
It was you all along, my friend. It was you. It was you who gave too much. It was you who didn't show up. No one had the power to take a thing away.
And so you take back what you gave too freely and you claim the power that had always been yours.
And you forgive yourself for having forgotten who you are.
And you thank them for not seeing you clearly, so that you'd be forced to correct your own vision.
And you decide to leave them all in the dust so you can focus on the only thing that matters: Your own happiness in this perfect moment.
And you feel like you're right back where you belong; the place where you lived before you made others more important than you, before you looked outside of yourself for answers, love, purpose, direction and value.
Congratulations, beloved. You have finally returned home.
Welcome back, sweet friend. So lovely to see you once again.
With all my love,
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