Let's Pretend This Will Work

by Maddie Dawson

And yes, I do have a psychic. I see her once a week for a spiritual tune-up, and I recommend everyone get themselves one, especially if you’re open to being encouraged all the time and hearing about how you’re made of stardust.

“You know something? I think you’re going to be the great love of my life.”

She says it’s cute the way I rely on New Age theories instead of going to therapy like normal people do when they’re trying to get over their childhood.

Don’t get married to someone who requires that you act quote, unquote, ‘normal’ in order to please him, okay? You don’t have to be anybody’s idea of normal. You’re wonderful and you’re an acquired taste, not just some generic woman who might be a match for just any old random guy.

I might have arrived on earth already a little broken, a little overemotional, and without the wiring necessary to make small talk.

You are my lifeline, baby, my getaway car, the smoky fires in my soul. I love how you’ve enhanced my life with your sunshine and your moondust and your starlight.

The spirit guides know that you were expecting some kind of happily-ever-after, and you will get it, just not the way you think. Right now, for a while, they say you’ve got some shit to go through.”

I am a woman on fire, operating quite outside of anything that might be called a comfort zone. I can’t even see my comfort zone in the rearview mirror.

It’s a very important point, they tell me, to realize that experts don’t have all the knowledge about your own dear child.

Who am I to tell him he’s got to follow his own heart, when I’m not even on a first-name basis with my own heart?

I’m terrified that I might be making the huge mistake of kind of falling in love with you,

now I see there is something holy about longing.

I’ll talk about how necessary it is to believe in the power of coincidences. And serendipity.

And, as La Starla says, if you’re expecting love to look like it was designed by Hollywood, while meanwhile you’re pretzeling yourself into meeting somebody else’s expectations, good luck to you. You might just miss what your heart truly yearns for.