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It became a priority of mine to be alone. 

I was with people constantly, floating fluidly from one relationship to the next. I had short lived moments of solitude in between but would roll into a new relationship and readily leave that precious reclusiveness behind. For years, this is how it went. I found myself loving the break up. I saw it as a fresh start, a way to reinvent myself, an open road ahead. I would bask in my freedom, my freshly acquired openness. I would prepare myself to wear pink, dance with my friends and then spend countless nights alone reading, drawing and creating the life I’d always dreamt of…myself.

But soon there would be a boy, and I would lose myself in it, and thus the cycle continued. About a year and a half ago I put an end to that cycle and vowed to give myself all the time I ever needed to grow in all the ways that I had always wanted without any outside opinions, distractions or influences other than those which I chose.

It became one of the greatest years of my life.

I left my day job, began teaching yoga, traveled to South America, moved apartments…twice. I spent my mornings meditating, writing, reading. I spent my afternoons laying in the grass, practicing yoga, meditating, writing, reading. I spent my evenings listening to music, drawing, meditating, writing, reading. I went deep. Deeper than I ever had allowed myself to get before. I dug everything up, spit everything out, sat with my fears, debated with my demons and found the bright white light flickering in front of me when I closed my eyes. I swam in all the magic, the bliss, the vortex of life and I ran after my dreams. 

I ran to the rhythm of my own two feet. I befriended my intuition. I let my heart lead me. I danced in possibility and I danced alone. 

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