I often talk about honoring the space between no longer and not yet, for it’s in this miminal space that resiliency and resourcefulness are born.
I spent much of last year self-resourcing. And finding resiliency in self-love. Awakening to myself first.
On February 25, 2014 – my 49th birthday – the man I had been seeing and I decided to part. We left each other, though still very much in love, because we wanted different things. Eight years younger than I and never married, he longed for a partner and playmate to share life with. And I, having left an enmeshed co-dependent marriage, was a workaholic, happily entrenched in my career and on the road for long stretches at a time. The truth is that I was either working or recovering. Love and play felt like items on my to-do list. Yet I believed I could juggle it all and give myself fully to everything. That belief ultimately stretched our relationship to its breaking point and sent me into 8 months of solid certainty that it’s far easier to be alone.
And it was.
During those 8 months I self-published my book Jump … And Your Life Will Appear which did so well during its initial release that Hay House offered me a deal to re-publish it. I traveled for speaking engagements and to be with family and friends. I often hiked for several hours a day. Woke up when I wanted to and went to bed when I wanted to. Ate what I wanted to. I watched what I wanted to when I wanted to. I firmly established my coaching business, allowing me to take the giant jump of leaving my day job.
Over that summer, friends of mine got married and their wedding was like the one at the end of every romantic movie, only times a billion. The gorgeous, joyous and madly in love couple exchanged vows pledging their hearts and souls to one another before friends and family against the backdrop of sunshine and waterfront. It was magnificent. Really and truly. And yet, as I sat there watching it was so crystal clear to me that I didn’t want what they were having.
Why on earth would I want that? I had no one to answer to and no one to take into account for decisions I was making. I was free from the obligation of relationship. And I could work as much as I wanted to! It was sheer bliss.
Until it wasn’t.
I started to long for fun and play of full moons, camping, road-trips, mountain biking and the yummy love that he infused our relationship with. The things I resisted for fear they threated my work at one time. It wasn’t about being lonely or wanting a boyfriend. It was about wanting him. Wanting us.
When my guy and I split he helped me load up all the stuff that was at his place in Aspen so I could drive everything back to my place Boulder. He even packed me a spare head for the electric toothbrushes we have.
Remember, we left each other in love.
Nearly 8 months had passed without any communication. He made that request and I was determined to honor it.
Historically, I’ve been really good at restrictive, righteous self-control and less good at following my heart.
And then, one sunny Saturday last October I took a risk.
Over the past few years along my journey to finding my own truth, my own voice and my own power, I’ve learned that when we stay inside the lines too rigidly, we stop the flow of allowing. Sometimes we need to burst the dam and let the pent up energy move so that new possibilities and options can emerge where before there was only stagnant, lifeless water.
It took me years to stop thinking I needed a permission slip. Years to know that my life was my own and that I didn’t owe it to anyone. Years to get free from believing the only way to be loved is by buying it, bending over backwards with people-pleasing. Years to know that everything we are seeking externally needs to be resolved internally first. Years to live life from my own inspiration, motivation and agency rather than in response or reaction to anyone or anything else. Years to know that our present moment choices can actually predict our future and that every choice we make today is either in service of the live we desire living into, or sabotaging it. Years to know that the answer to freedom is self-love, self-acceptance and self-forgiveness.
I took a risk and followed my heart. I was so consumed with breaking a boundary that I almost didn’t.
Here’s some of what I emailed:
i want to relinquish
the rigid stronghold
that’s keeping us apart
and let you know
i miss you in my life
i love you always
i am in love with you still
Here’s some of what he wrote back:
thank you for reaching out. i appreciate the risk you took in doing so. after writing and re-writing you for the past 2 hours – i don’t know what to say. it feels good to hear from you. i am crying.
Turns out, as fate would have it, he was in Boulder that weekend. Two days later we met for a walk and sat on a rock in the creek for four hours. It was as if everything and nothing had changed.
We have been together ever since.
We put closure on the past so that we can do it differently now.
It’s a tall order. Building on the good, facing fear, and allowing for expansion and possibility. To be independent and entwined, each successful in whatever way that means. To be all-in this loving relationship where we speak our truth and don’t get threatened or lose ourselves in love.
It’s a tall order, I know, but day-by-day we’re doing it.
Sometimes it’s glorious, sometimes it’s messy, sometimes unskilled, sometimes graceful. Always all-in, and that makes all the difference.
I no longer have one foot out the door. I’ve shifted the belief that being in relationship and being successful in my career are mutually exclusive. I will always love my work but I have a reverence for play now too, appreciating the ebb and flow of how one feeds the other.
And still, the bud of self-love that awakened in me blooms big, reminding me that while life might indeed be easier when alone, it’s much more fun when shared, and that I had to fall in love with myself first.
i used to
so afraid of
i feel your heart
reeling me in
to breathe again
when i am submerged
i remember that
air is always available
in love with you
The more we love ourselves, the more capacity we have to love others.
How do you love yourself more?
Simply think of someone you love with all your heart, and imagine what it would feel like to turn that love back toward yourself.
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