New Found Love

I have fallen in love with my blog. I never knew what a powerful feeling it would be to put my inner thoughts down in an area where someone might or might not connect with them. I find I want to write in it all the time, and get it all out, all of it in my head that is usually silent. The smallest of details, the minutest of meanings, the revelations, the hopes, the fears, the love and the heartache.Maybe it will speak to someone, in a world where there are over a billion people, and loneliness is like a plague.

I have been resisting dealing with all the saved messages on my phone's voicemail. All seventeen of them. I avoided listening, responding, deleting for the very reason I am inspired to write this entry. I let it go, just so I didn't have to hear the two messages where he says he misses me, that he can't wait to see me, that he's excited to touch me. Acknowledging these messages amongst the miscellaneous calls from friends, family, fellow life-coaches, places of business and giving them up as my past and not to ever be my future is a cathartic moment for who I have been being in life, since he left. Sad, withdrawn, hiding out from those I love dearly, and above all, pretending like it didn't matter.

Love does matter. I'll take on anyone who says otherwise. Including myself.

World Girl