soulmates and serendipity.

Did you just throw up in your mouth a little bit? Yeah, samesies.

Two loaded words, thrown around as confetti like ‘hello’,  much too often, but together the two words when used correctly, spoken with conviction, can be a very powerful combination. This makes things a bit easier to stomach right?

Like any team, whether it be words or people, partners, a dynamic duo, when utilised  correctly, both bring something to the table, both with their strengths, and things to work on, all very complimentary. Meeting Beau (Mr.Smith), and more importantly getting to know him, in conjunction with some crazy acts of the universe, it quickly became evident that even though we were both not looking for each other at that exact moment in time, despite the fact that we had clearly met in another lifetime, and of course in amongst many signs, someone or something was trying to tell us that we were indeed on the right track, and that our meetings really had been that fortunate circumstance.

Next, came committing to do the long distance thing. A big one,  not for the faint of hearted. Those of you who do this by choice on an ongoing basis with no end in sight, well I commend you. For Beau and I, in this instance it was necessary, both of us having careers we loved, personal and professional goals that we had committed to achieving this year and beyond, then all of a sudden you meet the one, but bound by physical location, what do you do?

Having been in relationships previously where something was going to have to give, one of us was going to have to make a move, sacrifice something, often this can come with resentment, disappointment, homesickness and other yuckiness, and lingering too long with lack of communication, well the relationship may in fact die a really slow horrible death.

This is where the fate suddenly came into play.

Day 5 of our first reunion trip, our final few hours together, with a commitment made the day prior to see each other every 3 weeks, somewhere on the continent, all of a sudden the goodbye didn’t seem so terrible. I would not ugly cry, or as Beau said, dirty cry.

Sunday morning, coffee in hand, debating if potentially a move from one camp could be in our future, Beau pulled out his phone, compiled an email to the powers that be ‘gents I am interested in moving west, lets discuss’

One sentence, a flurry of major reaction, many, many consequences. With one action, he had put things in motion, and all of a sudden here we were, a change was a coming.

And in that moment, sitting on a bench on the seawall, overlooking the Lions Gate bridge and the North Shore, the sun came out, acting as a sign, a signature, an unspoken start of a contract, a mutual commitment, a promise, to always be on each other’s team,  champion  one another, and start to live life rather than simply exist.