Finding Love

So, I guess it must be really obvious to people I know, even just casually, how happy I am in my life and with my relationship with my partner... and it is sort of weird to me, but I didn’t think it was THAT big of a deal. I mean, I feel like I just sort of finally figured out how to be happy and I felt really silly when I discovered that the key to it all was right under my nose the whole time... but whatever. I’m here now, right?

So I’m just plodding along and doing my best to get up to speed on things here in my happy place and then this friend of a friend of mine emails me and asks me... how did you meet your guy? And I responded by saying that some friends introduced us, and then I quickly realized by her subsequent response that wasn’t the answer she was looking for, so I let her dance around all antsy and uncomfortable for a minute until I finally figured out that she really meant something more along the lines of: how can I meet a guy and fall wildly and madly and perfectly in love just like you? And then I was kinda freaked out.

E-gads (and yes, I really did just write that)! I mean, yes, I’m happy. But, eek. It sort of felt for a minute like she was placing her happiness into my hands, and heaven knows I didn’t do such a good job with my own happiness when I took it into my own hands... and then I realized that just because someone was giving me something didn’t mean I had to take it... but I do feel that I sort of have a responsibility to acknowledge it and treat it with kindness and respect when I hand it back and say politely, “I’m sorry, this isn’t mine,” which was sort of the way I started out on this whole journey of seeking and finding love... so I thought I’d share the honest truth, but only because I’ve been taught that if I go through something and learn from it, that I should be passing that experience on to others who ask for it... here’s the story I shared with her, for whatever it’s worth...