So alcohol is a bit like sex. It clouds your judgment. It allows you to overlook some of the red flags that might be obvious if you were sober. In my plans, I want to meet my partner in a truthy place.
Say YES to all the things that give you joy. Invitations, even when you are not feeling all that great, say YES.
My carnival is happy. And I have to understand that other's carnivals are not my responsibility. Not now. Not ever.
In my current life, the big love is the cushion that's keeping me going. As I wander this dark wilderness of grief and loss, I have a firm and tight hand to hold on to. A partner who is exploring what's next with me. Rain and shine.
It may have sparks, fits, and restarts, but it will have a fire, the BIG LOVE FIRE that burns away all the past issues and traumas that need to be released.
It's not my will. It's not just my plans and actions. It's not my mindset. It's not my friends, family, or lovers.
Get out there, and get going. You're partner will be doing many of the same things. If it's meant to be, and you show up in full-power and full-glory, how can the two of you not see stars and generate a shower of sparks when you first meet?
a cup of coffee in the afternoon becomes a gateway to pleasures ahead and a hand to hold