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Merry Christmas

I've had a million thoughts run through my head today, but I will try to follow one of the important rules of blogging and stick with just one of those thoughts. It's been a most interesting Christmas for me. Another first...and I hope it's just the beginning of the next stage in my never-a-dull-moment life.

It's no secret that I tend to live life with the idea that you make decisions for the day based on the information in front of you at that moment. I'm not a fatalist, nor do I believe in create a hard and fast plan for tomorrow. My approach is to have a general idea of what is and is not acceptable and adjust as needed.

I certainly never intended to end up here...where I am in this moment. It's just the way the path unfolded.

This morning, my love and I were talking, and I decided to tell him a little about my ex-husband and the way we interacted with each other. Making this decision was a great debate in my head because I wondered just how crazy it would sound in someone else's ears. In the end, I knew I needed to let him know.

His response exemplifies one of the reasons I love him. First, he immediately understood the ridiculous point of view my ex seemed to have in regard to me. Second, what ensued was a conversation about how important it is for us--as humans--to act and speak with authenticity. Otherwise, people just get hurt.

Granted, we have no control over other people and their reactions. This is a lesson I have learned this year. However, my job is to be true to myself and what I know to be real and right. The rest is left for others to interpret and respond through their own filters of experience. In a perfect world, we would all do this.

But it's not a perfect world.

This vulnerability in love thing is tough for me, but I'm certainly amazed to see myself willing to take the steps to be so. I'm even more amazed to see how the right person responds to the vulnerability. He accepts it. He does what is necessary to reassure me. We ended our conversation with the declaration that we must not hide things from each other...even the bad.

It's been a beautiful Christmas, and I've been surrounded by love that amazes me with each waking moment--through my family and friends and, of course, my querido. Love in it's purest form accepts and nurtures and understands that each breath we take changes the path.

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