Currently it is like a light has gone out in my life, like a part of me is closed down and in some ways cauterised. Like where I should feel, and bubble and glow is dark and dull with no spark. Things that seamlessly flowed now take monumental effort. usually I make that effort, but in the last few days I m too weary to find the will to push past this bone weariness.
But I acknowledge these feelings or lack of feeling as who I am right now and accept this. I also acknowledge the romantic heart and soul of me ( which apparently I have passed onto all my daughters…) and know this is valid too.
I do believe in happy endings, in love that does not die, or betray or fail no matter what. (Why do I suddenly feel like Virginia saying I do believe in Santa Claus or one of any number of children at the pantomime Peter Pan screaming out “I do believe in fairies!”)??