I felt his presence before, but always ignored it because I believed that my paranoid state of mind was resurfacing. I had promised my yoga teacher that when this happened again that I would find a safe place to breathe through my nose while visualizing a white light blanketing my shaky soul.
But this time it was different and I knew I had to go to a higher source to get my answer. So I called 311 and whispered into the phone, “I think someone is trying to break into my heart.” And a bold voice that was choking back a belly laugh said before hanging up for the sixth time, “Just go for it. Life is too damn short.”
