it is sometimes difficult for me to gauge just how explicit I care to be about life facts in this place, particularly where new relationships are concerned– and also the question arises: to what end? this morning I have decided to share a little window into my heart– in part because this heart is so full and calm and happy– and in part also to say believe. do not ever stop believing, whatever happens. this world has such treasures in store. sometimes it takes a long time. sometimes it takes until you are 41 years old and hope trickling away in ill matches and near misses and out-and-out ridiculousness and foolishness to arrive suddenly at the place you've been heading toward forever, your entire life so far, to begin again, to be knocked flat on your happy ass by a gorgeously perfect partner– one who sees you, truly, one who treasures you and enjoys your company, who thrills your eyes and heart, who makes you laugh until you can hardly breathe, who refuses to take the easy way around difficulties but rather says, look, let's face it all, together. life, by god, has such gifts. please, my friends, do not ever, ever doubt it.