Imagine my joy when a dear boy I know called late last night with a report. He’s been pining away for the “woman of his dreams” for years; lately he’d become bedraggled & beaten down by her suddenly-single status. Over analyzing his smooth moves, he was making himself sick in the process.
Sensing it might help, I sent him the Crumbs piece I penned & several coming clean tips from the true-feelings trade. I told him how I’d recently taken a similar bull by the horns myself & have never been better. Since hitting send, I’ve been struck with this overwhelming “Why didn’t I just say that in the first place?” free-at-last feeling. The peace I know now comes not from the reader’s response but from telling my own truth. Any outcome, while intriguing to ponder perhaps, has little, if anything, to do with it.
The lightness in G’s voice spoke volumes as he told me his tale. While his “it” girl might not return the feelings he expressed so openly to her, he said his heart had stopped racing for the first time in weeks. He was ready to lie down & cry. We agreed the grieving would not be easy but that the raw relief was a gift in itself. & one he’d given his heart simply by being so brave.
So, whatever happens in my own life, I know this: I’m on the right Pixie path.
Love on, G, & keep keeping it real.
“Honesty is hardly ever heard. And mostly what I need from you.” – Billy Joel
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