Interesting how easy it is to get swept into those romantic feelings at the beginning of a relationship. There is such willingness on both sides to feel the magic that comes with new love. Where does it go? How often have you felt those initial adrenalin rushes at the onset of a relationship only to find yourself disillusioned when the drugs of “newness” wears off?
Did part of that come from my eagerness to find someone or something outside myself that would prove my worthiness. What would it feel like to have that same excitement and anticipation about a relationship with myself, about spending time alone – just me and me? Would I be disappointed or would I find the joy and peace that I ultimate am seeking from someone else?