Crying on the way to London = Better times are coming?

London Quarantine Day 3 (about to have my 4th night in)

Well, ever since I tested positive for Covid three weeks ago, hell - since I got my heart broken a month ago for the xx time, my days have been genuine trials in mental health and resilience. Keeping my spirits high while isolating has not gone smoothly. Yet, it's getting better and I'm up for this challenge. The key is to be grateful. I'm grateful to be here, to be alive, living in this body, having opportunities for earning, having amazing friends, and a strong connection with the Spirit.

It's been super challenging I won't lie. The illness, the lack of physical affection, minimal support on all levels, my anxiety, and the.. breakup... it was all hitting me hard. Can't say what caused what. Chicken or egg...

Somehow, as I was leaving the UK at the end of December, I knew that tough times lied ahead.

I kissed him goodbye on the platform in Leeds and said something about being generous with my gifts... ah, right, I told him to keep in touch and talk to me even if he feels low... he asked me not to charge him for it [as a coach]...

But he didn't do that. He's never done anything like that.

He would never reach out even if he couldn't walk and just crawl around...

It's painful to watch someone so aloof. I broke it off for I do need more affection. At least a message a day, and perhaps it's even more important if thousands of kilometers apart. Given his stubbornness and my neediness (?), the push and pull probably prompted him to make it a matter of principle not to text me often. Why is he punishing me with love withdrawal? Why do I want someone who doesn't even ask me how I am? If I can find an excuse for his lack of affectionate actions towards me, I won't find any for his unwillingness to help me with accommodation. That is hard to forgive, but I'm trying my best. The in-my-face fact that he's not gonna live with anyone anytime soon because he likes his space and - maybe projecting his ex-girlfriend 'trauma' on me, perhaps should have been the decisive factor alone. But no, I had to keep calling him even after letting myself miss the last January plane to the UK.... then it went downhill...

Or maybe not.

I love my space too. And I'd still like to build a life with someone by my side.... so... Gotta keep believing the right one is out there.

It's still very, very sad. 

I cried the whoooole flight from Prague to London on Tuesday. As I was downing the small rose bottle(s), I kept wondering what the hell was wrong with me, what was really going on? The answer surprised me. I didn't want to be there. There on the plane to the UK. 

It shocked me that I was either not up for this new adventure, or just scared shitless of it. I briefly wished to be deported upon arrival!

I had to buy a special covid-package for 200 GBP 10 mins before the gate closed... and I felt like crying already there and then. I felt so sorry for the money that it cost me to delay my flights, stay in Prague, and get all these private tests... yes, I could blame him. And I did at my darkest hours... But really, the only emotional person who decided not to get on a flight because a boy asked her a question - But where will you stay? mere 4 days before departure, yeah, the only emotional person acting in effect was me. 

I should have just gone and sorted myself out. The same thing that I'm doing now 2 months later. And a few thousand GBP lighter :/

Yes, that part of me that was crying on the plane was either at peace with the fact that I am about to meet many new men and the reality of it still hasn't sinked in, or it wished to stay in Prague as the city finally started to feel familiar. Or it felt sad that despite landing a job around the corner from him, I would never see him again. I don't know!

I remember how much I cried after moving in with my first proper boyfriend years ago. I wanted to be there and I didn't want to be there either. It was unfamiliar, scary and I felt unprepared. I moved into the guest bedroom and collapsed crying, wishing for someone, in fact, my mum, to tell me what to do. It turned into the best 18 months of my life.

So that's how I felt on my way to England... Please, tell me what to do now. After things fell apart, things appear to come back together again. But it's different. It's different because I'm alone, I'm sorting my shit out, I'm willing to do the work, and I'm also massively up for some fun when the isolation's over. I know what I want now. No frog kissing, just the real deal this time.

It just stopped being funny

I have a friend who's been so hung up on this guy, despite him treating her like shit. So one day I told her, enough is enough. How long are you willing to live in those ghostlands? Colette Baron Reid says: The past is a nostalgic place, we might wish to revisit some beautiful memories, yet we can't live there. The future has no substance yet, we can't live there either. The present moment is our life, we must create from right here right now. 

When I gave my friend an oracle card reading, everything pointed out how ungrounded she is. Her cards indicated that she must stay present and get on with all the mundane tasks rather than flying around with scattered thoughts too focused on the 'bigger picture'. What's the bigger picture good for if we overlook the important details of the fine print? My friend got a big slap to wake up to the truth.

Sometimes we create excuses for the ones we love. We say, well, they're just like that, it's adorable sometimes. And what about the other times when you need them mature and put together? Will they be there for you? They will not change because it's who they are. If you keep settling for the second-best, you'll never end up living up to your highest potential either.

I have a client who came for energy healing this morning (My Covid quarantine just finished and I feel great). We discussed her marriage and the ways she excuses her husband, and ultimately, herself from bad moods. If the other person doesn't vibe at high frequency, it sure isn't your job to lift them up but - as you lift yourself up, they should be willing to match that; because they want to be happy and want to make you happy. If you're both stuck on not giving and not receiving love, there are only 2 solutions. You may expand, see beyond what's visible right now, sense what seems impossible, and hope for the best while you both move in separate directions in gratitude... Or, the other option, you start vibing high together. You start receiving where you didn't allow yourself to receive, and you give generously, not expecting anything in return. If the two can find a common ground, brush up on common interests, find the same sense of humor and - start making physical love again, I believe that the relationship can be resurrected. In any case, we can't create a desirable solution while engulfed in the problem and in the mindset that created it.

Am I saying that renewed chemistry and sex are the remedies for toxic relationships? No, I'm not. I'm saying that if the two have a healthy bond, were once in love, and enjoyed physical pleasure (e.g. before kids), sex can most likely bring some healing into the stalling relationship. But if there's never been a real connection before, expand now! Trust and move on. Don't think that sex will save you.

Likewise, if you've tried everything to make it work between you and another, including sex, yet there seem to be more glitches than there is fun... stop digging for pleasure where there's overwhelming pain. You'll burn yourself. Is he really that amazing? Ask yourself honestly. Is he really such a treasure that you couldn't live without that glimmer? Not all that glitters is gold.

Hand on the heart, is this worth losing more sleep over? If you doubt that it is, hell, if you know deep down that there are better, more suitable, more feel-good, and more mature treasures to discover, just pack your bags already and go. You might have a certain type you usually go for. Fine. But maybe it's time to open your eyes to the unknown and see farther. Stay curious and believe. If you're not getting what makes your heart skip a beat, trust me, there is something else for you. Expand beyond what you believe is possible now. We create our own reality. If this has lost its spark, it's not funny anymore, it's time to start creating your best kinda fun now. You might not see results immediately, but you'll start feeling better IMMEDIATELY. And that's the best indicator of lessons learned well.

Photo @Alex Iby