Someone asked me today if I ever wanted to get married again.
The answer to that question is kind of complex.
Long enough to warrant this whole post. Lol
What I've wanted for a long time now, is a romantic relationship that feels like playful, opulent, freedom.
I recently wrote about the relationship I desire, like this:
It feels like independence.
It feels like freedom.
It feels like the absence of domestication.
It feels like self-sourcing.
It feels like lives together and lives apart.
It feels like many dwellings, here and there.
It feels like global movement.
It feels like yachts and jets and adventure.
It feels like fine dining and dancing.
It feels like surprise dates all over the world.
It feels like creativity.
It feels like cosmic gifts.
It feels like playful lovemaking.
It feels like infinite space and time.
It feels like come and go, ebb and flow.
It feels like divine magic.
It feels like lucidity.
I'm not sure about you, but I...
Last night I tossed and turned for hours. Sleep seemed to be eluding me, which is very strange as I never have trouble falling asleep.
Honestly, my days are very flowy and lackadaisical and I rarely have to be anywhere at a certain time; even my mentoring is done at my convenience, thanks to Voxer and my willingness to design my business around my preferences...
so normally this lack of sleep wouldn't have been a big deal, except for this morning, of course.
This morning, I had to leave the house by 8:30am for a two hour round trip scoot to the Immigration office, to extend my Visa.
If you've never driven a scooter on the streets of Bali, just know that it's a full engagement activity. Alertness and full presence, a necessity as there are literally no rules of the road here. Anything truly goes.
So needless to say, I woke up feeling very groggy and exhausted and unequipped for the trip to Immigration after only a collective 3... maybe...
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