Woke up this morning in a wonderful mood after a lovely evening with Anna. True friends are too few in this life. I woke up in my own body. Does that sound familiar to anyone? Doesn’t everyone? I woke up in the moment, not in some delirious fantasy about what could be. I smiled to myself. Gently. I imagined myself walking the pavements of Notting Hill Gate. I imagined looking into the beautiful homes there. I thought about London-because I am happy.
A beautiful spring morning in Los Angeles.
The fact is I don’t live in New York. I live here and for the foreseeable future I will continue to live here. I have to make this work as best I can. Any other plans to move will have to be made because it suits my sensible self.
My great friend John has gone travelling and I miss him being around. He reminds me to be awake, to no longer sleep walk through life.
I loved seeing Jennie this week. It was after all this week last year that I entered Sex Rehab and the adventure began. The journey of self discovery, the great revelation, the great insight, the life of many choices, the decision to love myself, the strange and wonderful experience with reality TV and of course my relationship with the inspirational Jennie Ketcham. The love affair, the language of recovery. The list goes on and on.
To love someone selflessly is hard. To live without hope is very hard. To put a lid on my feelings for another seems almost impossible. If I think back to the end of my most beautiful relationships there are weeks of debilitating sadness, sad songs then emerging from the pall with my head held high.
Today is Saturday 3rd of April. I pay my rent today. I go to my Saturday morning meeting and see my friends. Do you have a group of men or women around you who can hold you when everything seems desperately bleak, when things are going so well that your feet scarcely touch the ground?
Several of my readers really helped me yesterday with their comments. I read about limerence and it was painfully, embarrassingly familiar. I particularly liked Leslie’s comment.
“What are the three most dangerous words? ‘I love you.’ By saying these words to another, we give them power. But the power is two-fold: the Other then has the power to destroy us, to kill our heart. The Other then also has the power to create us, to give our heart life. So what is the love we give when we say those dangerous words? It is peace, patience, mercy, trust, fidelity and forgiveness.”
It is hard to explain to those who are close to me how important this blog is. It is a relationship with the world. Reaching out daily to those of you who read what I write and honour me with your comments and opinions-good and bad.
So, Anna and I sang sad songs and laughed out loud and when I went to bed I no longer had any yearning in my heart. After all, what have we got to look forward to? I’ll tell you what-today, this moment..right NOW. Like so many people I have lived so much of my life regretting the past and hoping for a brighter future without really paying attention to what was happening to me right now.