In my opinion, balance needs love, connection and vulnerability to thrive.
In the depths prior to healing, I was the girl who never committed to anything, and was proud of it. People, places, apartments, jobs, and of course, relationships, I kept absolutely everyone and everything at arm’s length. I didn’t even want to commit to a cell phone contract.
By the time I came around, my parents were out of love but “stayed together for the kids.” I never once in my life saw them kiss, say I love you, or sleep in the same bed. There were situations surrounding my youth that resulted in never knowing if friends and some family were going to stick around, so it was easier to just not get attached.
And I stayed pretty much “not attached” for 20 some years. I shut down those feelings of loneliness through my depression and all of its manifestations.
When I started healing, love became an inevitable part of the process. I started to (and continue to) build mini “friend families” everywhere I went—in college, when I worked in France for a year, and in every job and volunteer gig after that. I found my people, my role models, gurus, and I ended up with lots of “moms” along the way.
Their love and unconditional support opened my eyes to the beauty and necessity of connection.
It requires you to push that fear of being let down out of the way, and cracks your heart open to vulnerability. And of course the more healed you become, the better your selection of people tends to fit your life. And before you know it, you’re counting the years of those connections in decades. And you’re falling more in love and forgiveness with those that have been there since day one.
After all that work, I felt ready, finally, for a partner in crime. I tried traditional dating and soon came to find at my age that set up’s weren’t necessarily as thoughtful as my strategy-focused brain would’ve liked. They were oftentimes the one single girl someone knew, paired up with the one single guy they knew. No thanks, time to do what I do best and take the reins.
I signed on to a dating app back when there were only two, I chose the one where you had to pay and be matched before you’d see a profile assuming that would mean people were more serious.
I coupled this with LOTS of yoga nidra. Nidra almost every night in fact, and ending every session asking to find my true love. I’ll never forget one of those last sessions before it happened, in front of my little tree, in my little house, everything felt so right after that I had to snap this very picture. The painting above the tree says “love.”
I can’t say for sure that this love is solely responsible for the next phase of up-leveling my life (and my balance). But what I will say is the life I have now is not one I knew was possible for me. And it didn’t happen until I met my Kirk and had someone to fully lean on, and use ALL my words with, as I navigate the highs, lows, and sideways of this life.
Whether it’s romantic, platonic, or just a whole lot of LOVE for yourself, I wish the very same for you today and every day.