My sweet loving man sent me beautiful post-surgery flowers from Texas :)
Soul whatever
I think I have changed my stance a little on soul mates again. When I was young, I thought it was weird. When I got older I thought it was improbable. And as I got hurt I thought it was impossible. I think I was looking at it from the wrong angle. I think it goes more like this: you don’t find your soul mate, you make one.
You make a soul mate like you make a (reeaaalll) friend. Doing things together, learning things about each other, and just the general weaving together of heart and soul that life does as time is invested. It seems it is the more partnership part, and less the “Eureka! I’ve found you!” part that determines soulmate-ship to me.
Perhaps it is because my parents taught me that the things you earn are the better things in life that I believe this. Perhaps it is because as I grew up I watched my parents as two children with little in common tenaciously love and fight with each other, tear at and hold tightly to one another until they became so intertwined in their older age that they seem overlapped in some ways that I believe this.
I’m not sure how I came to this conclusion, but I have to say that I believe this is not only the most sensible but the sweetest idea. I’d prefer making a soulmate to the odds of finding one on a planet covered in 7 billion humans any day. Whatever.
