I was born to ride the wild winds of passion, surf the turbulent oceans of despair, and relentlessly explore the great vastness of the crazy world – until my body collapses in ecstatic exhaustion. I fall in love with impractical things, I believe in the improbable, pursue the impossible and find beauty where others can’t see it. My soul is winged, always seeking out adventure. I am free with a fiercely sensitive heart. I’m light and airy, yet I never lack depth. I’m a balmy breeze, casually caressing arms lovingly, suddenly here, suddenly there, then suddenly gone. I’m a thousand grains of precious pink sand, slowly slipping through soft fingertips, one by one. I can never be contained, because I’m not meant to be.
I live the only way I’ve ever known, with courage to test life’s boundaries and limits, and I try things that other people think are impossible, unimportant, or impractical. I always do what I think is right, not what everyone else tells me is right. I put a very high value on free choice. I care about the right things. And it’s not clothing or what I’m doing on a Friday night. I don’t mind sitting home and just reading a book. I don’t mind being single. I don’t mind being in a relationship. I don’t mind having friends to hang out with. I’m creative, spiritual, and spontaneous – maybe a tad ditzy, and I always rely more on my instinct and inspiration than reason and good planning.
I haven’t had it easy, you know. I’ve faced criticism for my choices; I’ve been made to feel irresponsible, selfish, flighty, and immature when I quit my job, or ended a relationship without good reason. I’ve been confused more often than not, never understanding why I’m so different than the average girl – why I can’t wrap my head around marriage, picket fences and Pinterest decorating tips, or the comfort of a 30-year career with money and authority.
I understand deeply that life is a heart-breakingly beautiful series of good byes, hellos, triumphs and disappointments and I feel most alive in the midst of transformation. I’ve learned how quickly one must let go – of people, of places, of feelings and emotions. I’ve probably seen more ups and downs, more bliss and broken hearts than most, but I’d never trade any peak or valley for a month of safe, secure monotony. I am well versed in letting go, and able to boldly exhale and swiftly set fire to the past, painstakingly gathering the ashen wisdom to build a more abundant future.
I’m romantic and susceptible to love’s spell, but afraid of being tied down. I seek out emotionally unavailable men, who ultimately won’t commit or settle down. I prioritize freedom, adventure, and fresh experiences above loyalty, security, and monogamy. I want to be admired, adored, and respected. I want to be loved in a way I still feel free. I love passionately and powerfully for a while, but just as quickly as I fall for a guy, I may change my mind and take back my freedom, my most prized-possession. I’ll leave him bewildered and confused but always loved…
I love my solo space filled with daydreams and art and impromptu adventure, so if and when I choose one person for a long-term relationship, he will be a special and exciting individual indeed. I’ve learned that most men are goal oriented – like game plans and spreadsheets, road maps and instruction manuals. They seek out someone like me to free them of their rigid ways – I show them that not everything has to be perfect or planned. I won’t be poles apart and from two very different worlds. If I decide to commit, he’ll admire and be fascinated by me. He’ll cherish the precious time we do spend together. He won’t let me get away with bad behavior. He’ll keep me accountable. He’ll let me know when I hurt his feelings, or when I made his day.
I worry. I worry a lot, but not about money, or life. I worry about what I believe in. If I feel strongly about another’s happiness, I will worry and worry and worry. But when the time comes, I will let go and move on.
I set my sights on a goal, a location, or an unknown experience deep in my manifesting mind… I feel what I want, I make piece with selling my possessions and starting over. I’m never too lonely, anywhere, because I’m enlivened by life and conversation, connecting with others who share my love for adventure and new experiences. I am loyal, 100% true once I give you my trust, which I do so hastily, almost to a fault. Forgiving and forgetting is important.
I do things at my own pace. If you can’t hang, you can’t hang. I try everything; I have lots of good and bad experiences and pick the good things in life to linger on. I give everybody a chance.
I want to be loved for my passion and excitement. Never try to tone me down, or rein me in. Love and appreciate my independence and bravery. Love my sun-scarred body covered in tattoos and cloth bracelets. Love my tales of adventure, my incessant pleas for you to do fun and exciting things with me. Love me when my head finally decides to rest for a moment… Love me when I cry, when my broken heart becomes too much to bear, when I retreat into myself, when the reverse culture shock shakes my core, when I say I’m sorry and I mean it, for hurting you when I had to leave…
I am a free spirit who chronicles my adventures, innermost desires, shames and thrills. I’m challenging, difficult to understand but I love life with a passion that makes it all worthwhile. I can only appreciate the people whose constancy allows me to be who I truly am.
Who wouldn’t want their story to be a great one?