Home is Where the Soul is Happy

I have become the muse of my heart, and the warmth is incomparable. Every man I’ve loved lit the road home to me & I am staying put.

Coming out of an engagement, I was cautious with my heart, but still tested the waters with casual dating, only to find I wasn’t missing much.

Now that my heart has reached its capacity, there is no better time to love me at the highest extent.

There is no need to think, “screw you” or “kiss my ass.” It was all an avenue to self-love.

What a wholesome path, tremendously pure and free of drama. Through it I feel empowered to be comfortably alone. The growth is too stellar for me to revert to old habits and patterns.

My new normal is leaning into my own divine embrace, a gift I didn’t know I possessed. Time I would spend texting with another, is time I devote to self-exploration: What does self-expression mean to me? What is the best means of caring for my mental health? I’ve put myself and needs on the pedestal I once so freely gave away.

For the first time in my 28 years, I am taming that animal in me, who falls victim to the enticing nature of a man or the illusion of external love.

My spirit can finally breathe and decompress. That’s the deeper stable love I’ve been craving and pursuing.
God’s love takes the cake. He is in my deepest peace and answered prayer.

God has restored me to my original loving essence, one loving thought at a time. He manifests through mindfulness, presence, patience and trust, values I am still reacquainting myself with but committed to achieving.

There is no superior union than the one I share with him. So, when I detach and transform my experiences through a mindful lens, I find I’m too elevated to dwell on pain.