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When Will It Happen

DearJames,

I am 59 and am wanting to find a good, secure, happy, trusting, and faithful relationship with a man, leading to marriage. When will it happen?

Amine aide

Dear When Will It Happen,

Moments of opportunity come and go like the wind.

We know it exists; however, we only ever see its effects, not the actual wind itself.

Sometimes we sense its presence, other times we simply take it for granted and yet still at other times it simply takes you by complete surprise.

Ever present, ever powerful, wind just like opportunity usher in a sense of newness, freshness.

You are on the precipice of experiencing exactly what you have wished for, longed for, and dare I say even envied in others.

The trick will be in noticing it’s not so subtle presence as it will come wrapped in an unfamiliar package.

Meaning, what you have truly sought will be camouflaged and it will be up to you to discern its presence and existence.

You will be wise to heed the old idiom, “never judge a book by its cover” as often times the pages held within tell a far more rich story than the rough hard binding of its cover.

To some degree all of humanity is jaded and thus the observant eye will see through this shell, this exterior binding, this masquerade.

When you feel you’ve reached your limit, withdraw long enough to gather yourself, take a breath, and remind yourself that he is exactly what you asked for.

In time, each of you will soften, mellow, and come to achieve a sense of balance, a sense of peace, a sense of trust, a sense of oneness and belonging.

Allow these moments to unfold organically to minimize the number of times either of you desire a momentary time out.

Confidence is key. Trust a Must. And Knowingness Non-Negotiable.

In the end, sparks will fly just as they do in the beginning, they’ll just burn deep and long as opposed to hot and cold.

Trust that what you have sought and asked for is already on its way.

Then ready yourself for its arrival as it will present itself like the wind.

DearJames®