“I release you. I release my expectations of you. I release the pain. I release our baby. I release the vision of the family I thought we might build one day. I release my connection to you, both past and present. I sit under the full moon, with the energy of the universe as my witness, and release you, us, our past, our potential.”
My first week in Mexico, I was distracted. I landed, explored, and filled my days with bus trips, people, activities. As I hit the week mark, knowing (I thought) that I were about to return home, the anxiety set in. I didn’t want to go home to the dark basement, the cool days, the slog of work and the debilitating grief, the obsessive thoughts, the overwhelming disappointment, the insane hope and attempts at reconnection/rekindling. I was terrified of myself, my life as I knew it, and I was sad and distracted.
I got a positive covid test and embraced another couple weeks abroad. As I processed everything, and shared with my travel buddy, I realized I could stay. And I did. Two months later, I still reside in Mexico.
It is hard to gauge whether I’m healing or am simply distracted from a process I will have to carry on with whenever I return home. Either way, I am so grateful from the space. I spent more than a year in the grips of the struggle and I’m now having moments of strength, joyful presence, open hearted, unincumbered connection. My days are spent working, exploring, video chatting with friends new and old, and hanging out with members of my Cabo tribe. My life is full, my heart-at times- is full. I feel more like myself than I have in years. I am writing again! Both in my journal and in the public sphere.
I have been attending yoga classes, taking moments to be still with myself, meeting likeminded and inspiring folks that are assisting me in comfortably residing in my skin and pursuing my spiritual growth. Things are good, and I don’t give my pain as much weight.
Having said all that, I still engage with the person who the pain centers around. I still let our little interaction spin me out. I still watch my mind create and recreate conversations I know there is no point in having. I still allow my feet to hit the pavement while my mind is distracted by the swirl of frustrating and fruitless thought. It’s better, like SO MUCH better, than it was. I’m moving along a little more gracefully and gaining some distance, but I keep engaging when I know it doesn’t serve me. Or likely him. Or us, in whatever formation we take.
I stood outside of a restaurant last night, after stuffing my face with delicious tacos, and I disclosed my process with a friend here in Cabo. He said things I know to be true, I’m hurting myself, I’m waiting until I feel better and self sabotaging, its normal- to some extent- given our history and my wounding. But he also said “there are so many people here in Cabo that love you and want to spend time with you.” And it’s true, not just of Cabo. I connected intensely with the folks in Puerto Vallarta, I still have regular conversations with those who love me at home. And, yet, I’m awarding so much mental energy in someone who doesn’t offer me even half of what I have offered him.
I deserve better. I want someone who knows I deserve better and will do his best to show up in a way that is caring, compassionate, loving, intentional. I want someone who will work alongside me to build a relationship that lasts a lifetime. I know that reserving even part of my heart and energy for him is only setting me back from attaining what I do want, from engaging fully with the one who is meant for me. So, this past full moon, I smudged with some Palo Santo and let the ethereal light begin to wash away my attachment.
I hope, moving forward, that I will be able to maintain a distance that allows me to really heal, to move forward, to make space for the love I desire and deserve.