Unleashing on Self Love

(Aka How to Have a Threesome)

Soiled Expectations

Obsessively awaiting Prince Charming from the very moment Westley said “As you Wish” in the iconic Princess Bride, the most precious seed of expectation for love was planted deep in my subconscious where it was watered for years by the exquisitely enchanting tales from Disney, Ross ‘n’ Rachel’s rollercoaster and ultimately sunned by the raw and honest writings of one Carrie Bradshaw. No amount of aeration would save the soil which was then made overly rich in nutrients from formulaic romcoms like Shakespeare in Love, The Notebook and Bridges of Madison County. And then of course, Harlequins became the menacing Miracle Grow by which all things would theoretically flourish. Except they didn’t and William Goldman’s seedling sat dormant for years because the ground was over saturated by elusive expectation and empty promises.

Fruitless

Once I’d grazed in the pastures of love and the variations of it however, it didn’t feel the way the film reels guaranteed. It didn’t look the way the last page in the fairy tales ended with sunsets and pastels. No one was so jacked and ripped they could hold me close whilst fighting off a Minotaur. There weren’t any epic fights in torrential downpours ending in sizzle. I didn’t possess any more magical powers than I had before finding love. And most notably, my life wasn’t infinitely better having found it because I still had real world problems that weren’t solved by ridiculously hot, rich men. Absolute manure those childhood ideals can be.

You reap what you sow.

Deciding what I truly needed were stronger roots in good tilth, it was time to get organic and focus on myself. Planning for a new harvest this time, it would have to be the kind that could sustain itself well past the climax of a good Danielle Steel. Uprooting all of the crap which had formerly influenced my seeding patterns for happily ever afters and razing the silly notion that romanticism would ‘save me’, I looked inwards for guidance. Self-love would become my lucrative cash crop and I decided to get in on it with the biggest threesome of my life- with me, myself and I, that is.

The only person who could truly improve my life was me and no amount of fantastical happenstance would alter the things that truly needed fixin’. Funny thing, readers, when I took this bold new step, I not only fell back in love with me but also with my life and the people in it, making me ridiculously happy.

A bountiful harvest

That’s the fairy tale- the one where you save your own butt from dragons and fight off the demons with a sword you whittled with your own badass skill set and make your way through the dark forest all brave ‘n’ shit and come face to face with a pool of uncertainty and you say, fuck it, I’m going for it and you do. And when you come out on the other side all bruised and scratched, that’s what makes you freaking irresistible. And then when you find the end of the rainbow you realize you had the pot of gold the whole time, the slippers from Payless were always magical, and you can wake your own damn self up from slumbery depths without any borderline creepy kisses. The ultimate love story is the one where you decide that above all things you’re absolutely worth the effort and risk to be amazing and you go after it because you know that by the time the cursive script reads ‘end’, it’s only really the beginning. That’s epic romanticism right there. And if you’re lucky enough to stumble upon these magical beans, cultivate ‘em with lot’s of sun and water and watch your harvest multiply each year.

Being my own power couple, loving myself.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Vibration Raisers!

XO, Unleighshed Potential

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