From Me to You - An Honest Expression

Those who know me well might say I’m a romantic at heart; a sensitive soul who gets caught up in the moment, who sometimes care a little too much. For lack of better phrase, a lover not a fighter.

But I’m also no stranger to self-made obstacles, and I often spent a little too much time circumnavigating my own head like a wandering traveller seeking answers. Hence the blog, a way to cleanse myself and explore topics that resonate with me most.

Along with exercise and fresh, summer air, it’s a crucial component of my mental health, which, to be perfectly candid, takes a daily level of mindfulness. It’s something I’ve had to learn to accept, manage and try to understand. For all that this pandemic has taken away, it’s granted a wealth of time for personal scrutiny.

Through the means of literature and online sources, I’m better equipped now to understand and process my own notions than I was this time last summer, and that’s a huge relief to acknowledge. Because that’s all self-betterment is, really, a means to understand and encourage.

But the one factor that has kept me going through this most testing of times is the love of a good woman. Her name is Kasha, and without her I really don’t know where I would be. So if you’ll embrace the sentimental of nature of what is to come, I would like to tell you why, curious reader.

It’s pretty simple, really. Because of how she makes me feel, about her, myself and about so many things. Now that might sound cliched or even over-simplified to some, but for someone who struggles with self-loathing from time to time, as well as a fairly principle-led view of the world, it’s absolutely sincere. I guess you could say she steers me in the right direction, when I happen to blow off course.

She’s kept me safe throughout all of this, provided an ear to listen without judgement or bias. If only you knew how good that feels for a weary soul. Being a good listener takes a whole lot of patience, and it’s fair to say she has it in abundance.

It was her birthday recently. In her card, I wrote “I hope to someday live up to the example you set.” I can’t escape the feeling that she’s too good for me, perhaps I’ll always feel that way. But it pushes me to be better, or at the very least break a sweat trying. And I’m not sure I ever will.

So it seems this is my letter to her. A thank you for being there for me during this most unprecedented of times. An honest expression of ones self, who shy’s away from social media and who sometimes struggles to find the words to say out loud, written for someone who truly understands. She accepts me for who I am, and, better still, she loves me for it. Where would I be without?