(btw, I updated this post upon the light of day and an important skype conversation.)
One week from today is the anniversary of me deciding to live my truth.
As I reflect on that journey over the last year, on what I’m writing and creating and my role in bringing this work to the world, I realized what’s been nagging me the last few months.
I’m not speaking the cutting edge of my personal exploration of my truth.
I created boundaries in the speaking of my truth that are meant to protect the sacred. To free me to explore relationships and care for my loved ones, in a place protected from examination from the outside world, so we have the space to be 100% ourselves.
I am still committed to providing that safe place for those people in my life.
But I’m not hiding out there anymore.
So here’s tonight’s confession that freaks me out to come out and say.
I’ve never been sure about monogamy.
Now, I’m all about serial monogamy.
I know I’m not built to sleep with more than one man at a time. I’ve never cheated in a relationship (which, in shock to me, is apparently a rare thing). Even in a casual dating or best-friends-with-benefits relationship, I get all dramafied if I have more than one going on. That’s where my most crazy comes from.
What I’ve never been sure about is this forever thing.
Is it possible for two dynamic, ever-changing, self-aware people to grow together for the rest of their lives?
To stay together without falling into mediocrity, without one person (or both) compromising their truth, their growth, just to stay on the journey with the other?
Yes, maybe I feel this way because I’m recently divorced, and so many of my closest friends are either single-never-married, recently divorced or having marital problems.
Yes, maybe I feel this way because I’m in a radically high-growth, discovering my truth place in my life, and I’ll start evening out eventually.
Yes, maybe I feel this way because I haven’t recognized the guy for me yet.
But the thing is, I’ve always thought forever was bizarre.
When I was a little girl, regardless of the goals of my barbie dolls, I never dreamed about a country club wedding.
I’ve had many long term boyfriends, but I didn’t plan on marrying any of them. For me, at least, it was about spending time together and learning from each other, until our time was up.
I don’t expect to have the exact same best friends for the rest of my life – our friendships will evolve as we grow, as our life situations change. Some best friends morph into close friends. New people appear so we can learn and grow from each other.
But somehow I’m supposed to be with just one man?
Is it possible for a man to see the real truth of who I am, the woman I am evolving into, something I don’t even quite understand yet myself?
Is it possible for me to know if I’m capable of fulfilling everything a man needs from his partner, for the rest of his life?
Is forever just another cultural “should” that I don’t have to buy into?
Or … am I just being chicken shit?
Is being completely vulnerable, taking that ultimate risk of letting another human all the way in, past that last wall that has always stayed up …
… is that the pushing of my boundaries I must do to discover my truth?
Is the potential of forever a necessary step in the evolution of my soul?
#thingsthatwillbecontinued #obviously
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Update –> P.S. This post was written at 1 AM. And it was exactly how I felt at the time, and how I’ve been feeling for years.
But it’s not exactly the truth.
This morning my resident caller of bullshit Ken Moorhead skyped me his reaction to this post.
And he was right.
This post is how I feel, but it’s a lie. A lie I’m telling to myself.
I’m scared of getting my heart broken over and over, broken in that profound way that only happens if you’re looking for forever.
It’s much easier to lose faith, to hide behind “forever is not reasonable” – than to open myself up to receive what might be possible.
And be disappointed.
As I read this post, I realize that my soul did not write it – it was written by that chickenshit part of me who wants to keep me small & safe.
So, fuck all that.
The truth is I do want forever.
Eventually. Even though I really can’t deal with it right now. The truth is I do believe it’s possible.
And the truth is that I’m willing to do the work and take the risks to find it. Or be open to it finding me.
#thatisall
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