This year has led me on a brand new journey, ripped from the guise of security, safety and familiarity, my fairies and I have moved into a beautiful new home, my career is truly blossoming and my relationship with myself is new and awkward. I’ve committed to dating myself for the next six months. Sound strange? I’ve been intertwining my vines with others since I even knew what that meant, so deathly afraid of a world that’s filled with solitude, loneliness, and self searching. I fill others with my love, my devotion, my strength and watch as I waste away. I never allow myself a moment to breathe, to stretch out, to be, so instead of searching for another vessel for myself, I’m looking in the mirror, I’m devoting myself to myself, I’m beginning a journey that will end in the same place that it starts. Going inward is almost never comfortable, it comes with pain, heartbreak, moments of amazing joy followed by moments of earth shaking agony. It’s a journey that never ends but is sure to never become dull, so here goes……
I bought myself some flowers yesterday, as any proper love interest would do, I carefully looked through all the orchids, and with out giving a second thought as to wether or not my beloved would like them, picked the perfect ones. I treated myself to sushi, I even gave myself a wink in the mirror on my way out the door yesterday morning and caught myself blushing ; ) I have no clue what I’m doing but that’s ok, not all who wander are lost.
March 30, 2014 at 2:35 pm
This is amazing Ashley! I wish you discovery, passion, and compassion in this new relationship.