Life made me take a hit, A died and we don't know why as yet. It pulled me towards embodiment, I feel like I should learn dance therapy and go teach and be in the world and help.
I lost Rich because I pushed him away too much. I accept it.
{Edited in part the next day: on reflection it is a decision I had to make and that he let me make -- he only left because I asked him to. And it was the correct decision, I had fears that I have outgrown him and his lack of willingness to deal with his stuff in relationships, and so yeah, I feel okay after the initial shock. End of an era -- but it wasn't working for me, I have evolved.}
Focus. Heal. This is real.
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