But, this does not mean that I am finally spared from the proclivities of my heart.
Sigh.
Tsk.
I do feel a longing for this to happen because there's so much about it that's easy, a great fit, loving and fun. Yet some of the same bumps from the last enmeshment are showing up today and the bottom line in the distance seems to be exactly where I swore never to find myself again. The thing is, as of today, I really don't know what the end result is. I can be hopeful but I choose to be realistic. So how do I know if what I am hoping for is the best for me? And what is this "realistic" approach anyway?
This is fear.
Thank God for a tool kit equipped with new values and a few solid loving friends who practice love and suffer through restraint of judgement. My path belongs to me alone and in it I can be creative and courageous for as long as I remain true.
I am thrown off with quizzicalness but thankful that I still remain very much in my body and in my full life today. No more am I lost in another as I used to be, which is a milestone to celebrate, as I walk down this road possibly made of four letters.
Aha.
And indeed, if the four letters casts out fear, then that's how we'll both know if it's for real.