Thanks for being you.

There comes this time in a woman’s life where partners who remember you when you were young and active come to you because they want to feel young again. They contact you, but it’s not YOU that they want to contact…it’s vampiric…they want their youth back, and they reach for you as if you hold a piece of it in your hands and have the power to give it back. It’s annoying, because it doesn’t see who you are now…it’s actually blind to you, your current day experiences. It’s enticing because you remember in response and you can either ignore their current day, just like they are doing to you, or you can choose another path by rejecting or deepening the contact.

There are others, though. Others who seek you because they remember who you were. They seek to remind you of the you that you’ve forgotten. They reach inside you and blow on coals, stir embers. And they have no goal except to make you look inward and remember…to make you realize that you may have forgotten, but THEY have NOT, and they will not let you forget your true self.

They are priceless. I thank you.