Choose Love

I had a chat today with another Mom in town; her son plays regularly with my boys. Although we’ve talked many times, we’ve never really crossed the bridge into friendship. Today however, we had some honest conversation, that makes me feel like we may one day be friends.

In our conversation, she told me her son had asked about my Girlfriend and I and she told him quite simply, ‘just like at our house there’s a Mommy and Daddy, its like a Mommy and Mommy.’ Apparently he nodded and happily continued on with whatever he was doing, and she commented that although kids are curious, they really don’t care.

And that’s exactly the point; when we don’t make a big deal about things, neither do kids. They truly have an intuitive acceptance for others, provided we don’t teach them otherwise.

Which begs the question, why do so many people choose intolerance?

When adults talk about things that are different (whether that be religion, race, sexuality of anything else) without judgement and without prejudice, not only are we choosing acceptance, we are spreading a message of tolerance to our children and future generations of society.

So I urge you, choose acceptance, choose tolerance and above all, choose love.

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October

This October, is going to be different she said, better than your last two.

And she’s right; it would take a fairly major life catastrophe to be worse at this point. Last October I struggled; I cried a lot of tears, felt a lot of feelings and grew a lot. I remember sitting in a hotel room (which I coincidentally have been this week as well), awash with emotion trying to understand why.

And then I knew, it had been 365 days since I changed my life.

In October 2015, I walked away from a marriage that brought me no joy and from a life that was slowly stealing my soul. I recognized and admitted that I was worthy of the life that I desired and that life was not meant to be lived in the shadows.

In October 2016, I finally began to let it all go and in doing so, began to find myself. Only a few months later, I embraced my sexuality and my life exploded with rainbows, joy and happiness.

And this year, in October 2017, I have laughed, I have smiled and I have celebrated family, love and the girl that makes my heart sing. This October I have embraced the life that I have chosen and made space only for that which deserves the honour of existing within the recesses of my heart and soul.

She is MY Person

Sometimes I watch people, couples, and I want so badly to tell them that they deserve more, that I too have fallen for the lure of a mediocre relationship, but its not worth it. The universe has so much more in store for all of us, if only we are brave enough to believe.

I am not however, presumptuous enough to say any such thing. I know, that we are all living our own story and following our own path; my observations are just the things that I see from the outside and I will never experience their journey.

I know, that my girlfriend and I are in the early stages of our time together, we only truly found each other six months ago; we met 5 months prior, but regardless our time so far is just a blip in the timeline of our lives.

But this time, for the first time, I feel a calm certainty that she is my person. We are unique, strong and fierce women that are more than capable of everything life has and will throw our way, but that doesn’t change what a beautiful thing it has been to find her.

But how do I know that SHE is my person?

I know she is my person because I already can’t imagine a life without her, because she makes even the most mundane (or overwhelming) tasks better simply by being close, by being present, by being near.

Because when I’m having big feelings, instead wanting to be alone (as I always have) the only thing in the world that I want is to rest my head in her softness and melt into the safety of her arms while she gently strokes my hair. Because more than anything, I want to be there to hold her, to cover her in kisses and help her feel the feelings too.

Because from the first time we met, our souls and beings reached for one another. We met as strangers and in only a few moments she was ingrained in my mind, that moment forever imprinted in my heart.

She is my person, quite simply, because she’s meant to be. We are meant to love and support each other in this journey called life; what that looks like I don’t know and quite frankly I don’t care because with her  by my side I feel stronger, braver, free-er, and more authentic than I’ve ever felt before.

I am so lucky, that not only have I met MY person; we found each other at a time when we were both ready to realize and recognize each other.

She is My Person and I love her so.

It Takes Time

In some ways, being out has been easy for me; once I accepted my truth, it became easy to live it. I started to shine and slowly but surely I began to find my identity, I used to feel uncertain where I fit, not quite deserving of a contributing seat at the gay table and yet clearly not meant to fit in the hetero world either.

But all of that has changed, I feel a comfortable camaraderie being lumped into the lesbian stereotypes and happily giggle along with all the gay funnies. Its taken me twenty long years to find myself, but when I finally burst out of that closet, literally everything became clearer.

I live my life according to my own agenda, I pursue love and light and happiness and I will not compromise that which is important to me for anyone ever again. Yet its important to keep things in perspective, to remember my life, my choices and my person have impacts on others.

My family, my parents in particular, are struggling. In their hearts, I know they want me to be happy, and they understand that love is love but having a gay daughter isn’t exactly the same as generally supporting the gay agenda. I know that to them, its a change of massive proportions and that in time, everything will work itself out.

Meeting  my girlfriend’s family last week made my heart swell and gave me a glimpse of family inclusivity. Her family has had virtually her entire adult life to come to terms with her sexuality and its very evident that my girlfriends family loves and accepts her just as  she is; it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced.

I can only hope that in time, my family will adjust to my new reality and be able to not just accept, but welcome my gay self and my love with open arms.