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The Price of Admission
After a long discussion and sharing STI testing status (I just got my next round of tests this week) my latest beau and I decided not to use condoms together. The only thing I didn’t think about was where exactly I was in my cycle when we made that decision. Ooops!
So this week, waiting for my period to arrive, I had some feels. I tried to get pregnant for years, so I knew that the chance of me actually getting pregnant this time was practically none. But that didn’t prevent me from having a little hope, a little anticipation. Ha! Wouldn’t that be a big fat joke on me if I were to finally get pregnant the days leading up to my 47th birthday! Long story short, I write this with cramps and period pain, no pregnancy here.
All of this made me think of a post I wrote a few years ago on my former travel blog. I thought it might be appropriate to share here on this blog now that I don’t write on that one any longer.
The Price of Admission
One morning, a few weeks ago, I was sitting in my living room, very relaxed, in the spot where I sit every morning for my meditation practice. As usual, the coffee was brewing behind me in the kitchen, the small lamp on the counter was casting its yellowish glow over me, and the room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of the workers on the roof. I was listening to a Deepak…
