I’ve never heard Easter expressed this way. I found this in a gif on my iPhone when I searched Happy Easter. I love what it says about truth, the blossom time of souls and that life is spiritual and timeless. Recently, I’ve been on a quest to open my heart wider. To love more and receive more love. It’s constantly being given to us. Why not grab it and cherish it and stop being afraid of what could happen that hasn’t happened?! What about what could? Hmmm.

Ever since Dr. Mary Hulnick at University of Santa Monica brought to my intention on the first weekend of a ten month course called Soul Centered Living (I complete it in July) that being a matchmaker isn’t the same as being me, it’s felt like a weight was lifted. At first it took the wind out of me. Because I put all my self identity into finding true loves. It’s a legacy and gives my life purpose. But am I losing me by only being my job? Some of me. Definitely.

I loved the joie de vivre I had when I arrived to my first duty station. I had joined the Navy to see the world! I was living steps from the Atlantic Ocean in Rota, Spain at the age of 19 with a three year tour awaiting me. I got the Donna Summer double album and a new Pioneer state of the art turntable and monster Kenwood speakers and would play it in my living room with a huge second floor window overlooking the ocean and sing “Enough is Enough” with her and Barbra Streisand at the top of my lungs and then go for a run on the beach. My soul danced! And it never forgets how to. Whew! Thank you for the reminder call, Mary!

I find myself enjoying the moments and the people in my days. It is so much fun! On my flight to LA for the Paley Festival and the Writers Guild Festival last week, God sent me a beautiful single girl to get to know on Southwest. We met in the B line and instantly hit it off. She saved me a seat next to her so we could get to know each other on the flight. I would love to find her love and I’ve made a friend.

After we boarded and when we landed, our plane was in a line to take off and to get a gate. In LA, the pilot said there were lots of planes waiting to get gates. First he announced it would be five minutes. Then 15. Then he came on again and said 30. The whole plane sighed internally, thinking about the rush hour traffic this was plunging each of us into the worst part of. And crazily, I pumped my arm three times like the bearded woman in The Greatest Showman (This is Me) and said, “Free drinks! Free drinks! Free drinks!” It relieved the pressure of the moment, at least for me. I haven’t done something like that in a long time. Hello, Roseann,

I’ve begun living in the moments more and am getting my courage back to take risks, love more openly and enjoy life, whichever way the road turns. I used to do that so well and have great stories from those turns. It’s time to make some more great stories.

Wishing you great adventures and incredible love,

Roseann