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Bittersweet

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In this moment life feels surreal, bittersweet but nonetheless surreal.
Bitter, because my heart longs for the only man it belongs to, my body aches to be held by him, wrapped in him, my skin pines to be touched by him, my lips yearn for his, and deep down, even before this adventure begins, I am realizing that this will be one of the hardest journeys I’ve ever traveled, because I am traveling without him.

Sweet, because I am finally pursuing my heart and my dreams. Sweet, because there is a sense of unfathomable freedom in letting go of all that is familiar, of all that is comfortable, and abruptly interrupting the memorized routine of what has become my everyday life. Sweet, because there is something magically liberating about being ungrounded, about losing your footing with the earth and finding yourself among the vastness of the skies. Sweet, because there is something romantic about being confused with a falling star by the dreamers, longing hearts, and wide eyed children, who still look up to the heavens at night.

In this bittersweet moment, I am enjoying the flavor of an herbal “Wild Sweet Orange” tea, laced with notes of lemongrass and licorice root. I am also enjoying the warmth it offers to my slightly cold hands, and the gentle way that warmth spreads throughout my body. It can get pretty chilly up here in the sky.

I am not lost, nor am I going away to find myself, but on the contrary, it is because I found myself that I am pursuing myself, and responding to the call of my heart.

I am 28, and instead of raising children and setting aside college funds like most of my friends, I am flying to Costa Rica to become a certified yoga teacher. In the culture I grew up in this sort of thing is unorthodox, and quite frankly, that’s ok by me because I have never really been very orthodox, nor did I find the orthodox lifestyle terribly exciting. I guess the orthodox way of life always made me feel like a bird, trapped in a golden cage. A cage I constantly tried to break out of, in every creative way possible. And right now, I am flying and I am free.

In this moment life feels surreal, bittersweet but nonetheless surreal.

Bitter, because my heart longs for the only man it belongs to, my body aches to be held by him, wrapped in him, my skin pines to be touched by him, my lips yearn for his, and deep down, even before this adventure begins, I am realizing that this will be one of the hardest journeys I’ve ever traveled, because I am traveling without him.

I am traveling without him, but in the same journey, I am traveling with him, I am traveling for him. For even though thousands of miles are between us, we are in this together. He is there, and I am here, but the journey is one and the same.

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  1. Tatyana

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