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It’s strange how life lessons pan out: from little quirks we experience daily that can be taken for granted — to moments of clarity that come nothing short of a miracle.
Recently I took a whirlwind trip to the East Coast. I’m a big believer in a Karmic Cupid, so my goal was to face two different lovers (both now former) to give them closure — or at least room to breathe easier. In the end I found myself constantly catching my breath after each confrontation with reasons why I left them AND the East Coast.
It’s interesting how I was handed many sets of keys this past trip — since I was staying at various places in different towns. Eventually, each set was returned one way or another. It hits me that every time I gave back the keys — it was never into the hands of the owner. I don’t know why that sticks out so much. It just does.
Weeks later, I’m still completely exhausted from moments I’m still trying not to regret. Am I recooperating? Or am I in a holding pattern for the next reality check? Who knows?
Suddenly I’m aware of my own heart. How I am so tired. How, in the past, I’ve allowed for too many to rest upon my heart so freely that I lost track of how many keys I was handing out as access to my heart.
And now? I’m not sure if those sets of keys are in the right hands, or if they’ll ever be returned… or if they’re being handed to someone else. These revelations do not come without cost: it saddens me that I’ve been having to face my demons head on without a net.
Hmmmm. Maybe my Karmic Cupid will one day decide I’m worthy and send someone to catch me next time ’round?
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