A romantic life.

I tend to romanticize life. By giving  personal experiences a glamorous aura. Yes, romantic. I can take a seemingly mundane happening, and make something intimate of it. By finding special meaning. When I met my Italian true love, I knew right away this would lead to true love. If only I took the relationship one day at a time. And let it evolve. Naturally. The way it was intended. By the spirits that guide my life. I believe in destiny. A romantic destiny. For me. In that sense, I am blessed. Many others are not so fortunate. I live by impulse. In the pursuit of happiness. If things go wrong during my day, I look for stuff that went right. To counter balance it all. To make for a good day, overall. I try to never become angry. Annoyed, yes. But not for long. In a way, I live in two worlds. The world over which I have no control. And then the world in my cocoon. Where I take control. It is my sanctuary. A sacred place. Shared with my true love. And with my guiding romantic spirits. –Jim Broede