I got this. Thirty years ago I freaked out about being separated from my twin. She decided to go to a different college in another state. It was rough when I was eighteen. Wasn’t sure if I could make it..literally wasn’t sure if I could survive without her. My twin and I took care of each other growing up..since conception.
After thirty years it sunk it that I got this…this living on my own…showing up for myself. You have to be tough to live on your own.
We single people are bad asses.
In relationship time and again I have wanted to be taken care of and look to someone else to help me make decisions. Thats what I am used to. But my relationships have led to heartache. I have learned that I don’t have to keep doing the same thing.
I remember that my name is Eve. My soul and spirit have been here many times before. I like to think I have been around before the Earth was created. I do know a few things.
I am working, playing and being in my life one day at a time.