Updated: Jan 3, 2022
I think it’s safe to say that my relationship with Mr. Universe hasn’t followed a “traditional” path from the get go.
The first 30 days we saw each other every day except for 2.
By month 3, we were moving in together.
So it should come as no surprise to anyone that we’d get engaged one day past the 5 month mark.
That’s right!! Mr. Universe asked me to marry him last night and I said…wait for…wait for…duh, yes! It was a sweet heartfelt proposal at the house before heading out to our favorite restaurant for dinner.
Little did I know he’d been planning it all with my bestie, Kilo….right down to getting our friends together for drinks so we could announce the news. (No pressure there…guess someone was pretty confident I’d say yes.)
Our first call after dinner was to my mom. I could hear the surprise in her voice…I mean, this whole relationship has been pretty out of character for me.
But that’s the point. The ways I was approaching my life before…the ways I was approaching love…weren’t working.
I was being too analytical. Making decisions based on pros and cons on a piece of paper. Completely ignoring my intuition and what I knew was best because I had stopped trusting my gut. When I finally let go of all the “shoulds” and started paying attention to what felt right, things started happening.
I was finally able to attract the caliber of relationship I’d always wanted but didn’t think I’d be able to find…didn’t think I was worthy of…didn’t think existed. Oh it exists alright…and it’s name is Mr. Universe.
My mom called today to confirm the news she’d heard last night. She commented on how quick things had progressed and that Mr. Universe is nothing like anyone else I’ve dated (or married). That the only thing he seems to have in common with any of the previous men is that he’s male. Everything else about him…his size…his character…his charisma…his charm…his heart…is different. Doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly easy on the eyes too.
It’s a big reason why I think #3 (my favorite number) is also going to be my lucky number. This doesn’t feel like anything I’ve felt before…and that’s a good thing.
I have a tattoo on my ribcage in sanskrit that says “Follow your heart. Find your truth.” (to paraphrase). And I’m doing just that..by engaging in all life has to offer.
All this less than 200 days in…what the heck… 🙂