Because I Fell In Love Again

"This all started because I fell in love again"

Scribbled into my journal as I was at the roundabout waiting to move, when the thought came flooding in.

I used to describe my "aha" moments, or "thought-catching" moments as the vein flows. Because they would just pour out of my hand onto the page, without thinking. Deep, often raw, emotions.

My emotions were a little raw on Valentine's Day as this one flowed out. As I drive away, for the one of the thousandth times at this point, from what felt like real meaning. Once. And knowing that while that feeling is still there, the connection has been moving on.

Do you know what I mean? Have you been in that situation before my friend?

Where, you could burst with feeling - excitement, love, connection, play - and just want to share it?

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One thing all of us took away from the Women Who Thrive Summit last week was - the deep feeling of connection to each of the girls sharing.

I'll be the first to put my hand up and say that I wasn't always the best at keeping in with the gals, especially if I was in a relationship. But I also remember the times of feeling so isolated because I wasn't in contact in the same way with my best friend from childhood. I had let my relationship drive a wedge between us.

And it took a few years to find the feeling of community again. To feel enough like myself that I was "okay" and "acceptable" to be a part of "the group".

We chatted about all of that at the Summit. And it is an experience I will never forget, and always be grateful for. As the first LIVE event of it's kind with Thinking of Me.

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From what was only-ever lonely, confused, pen-scribbles on paper, trying to make sense of my cloudy thoughts. Desperately wanting to escape my emotions.

To, furthering the lived-wisdom and experience from stories of other women into the outloud - to journey the path collectively together.

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This all started because I fell in love again - because I fell in love with me again. I fell in love with me again, because I found someone who could see me better than I could see myself - and who loved me anyway.

Love comes in many forms.

Stories don't really have an end-point.

We just, keep living, and growing.

Together.

If we choose to.

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In furthering what I said I would address this week, about "what do I want?"; the answer is still the same. I want what I've always wanted - the same vision.

How to get it? I've needed to put the work into myself first.

We'll continue there next week friend x

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