It is okay...I like reminding myself of this--remembering that wherever I'm at is fine, and wherever you're at is fine, too, as long as neither of us step out of the game of accepting ourselves and each other.

You know that feeling you get, right after a really long, hard, cry--suddenly something in your body unlocks (for me it's across my chest, my heart) and then shoulders drop and everything feels incredibly calm and clear? When I was finished crying, something in me was unlocked. I feel like I can breathe, again. Even breathing feels alright.

"Manifesting" has become one of those terms that I almost dislike--it's just so over-used, so patently misunderstood.

My man is Italian, truly, my life is blessed. The video I am sharing with you is further proof that we are "just the right kind" of weird for one another. I know that I love you, adore you, and respect you.