Why go searching for a piece of flint when you can just snap your fingers and light the hearth?

That’s where I landed as it relates to dating and romance. I know I am no trailblazer here, and in hindsight I’m surprised it took me this long.

But now that I’m finally here, I understand what all the buzz is about. The feminine is a powerhouse, an eternal spring of creativity and energy – and it wasn’t until I stopped pouring it into broken vessels that I realized its potency.

My focus shifted from serving a person, or a dynamic, or a dream, to serving my purpose.

My energy changed, or rather it was called back.

Where before it seemed to always be ‘just enough’, now it is abundant. Gone are the days of regenerating only to maintain a steady drain; now I am overflowing.

One taste of my own essence – without the push and pull of outside forces that I allowed to dictate – one taste was all it took.

I don’t know that I consciously made a decision to stay single. It’s almost as if there was just no other way to go. I couldn’t hide from the immensity of my own potential, but neither could I deny all the ways I was limiting it – by investing in all the wrong places and all the wrong ways.

And just like that, I have no more interest in that kind of investment. Not without an equal return. A tall order in this world for sure.

My hearth is already lit, and I’m not giving its warmth to those who only want to roast marshmallows. This space is now reserved only for those who would come for no other reason than to stoke the fire.

©️ Cristen Writes