Coming To America

As we draw nearer to the launch of Aphrodite’s School Of The Art Of Love, Romance and Beauty, I must make some promises to you.

I promise to never present perfection to you or have you aspire to it. Perfection does not exist.
I promise to never promise anything that is not achievable.
I promise to present to you what I have lived and what I have learned.
I also promise...
That most, almost all of the time, we will dwell with our heads and hearts in the clouds...that’s where dreams dwell, and like droplets of rain, this is where and how they begin to form.
I promise to ignore reality....completely! And create, possibly the opposite to what the world may be screaming at us to be.
I promise....oh I promise, there will be glamour, and breathtaking beauty...not just from me, it will be at the core, the very foundation, of all that is to transpire in our world, in spite of the world.

And now.

Part 12 of 15 Coming To America

Initially, I could not see how moving was going to be possible. I had worked for 12 years to build a company and a life that I wanted. I had my parents to take care of. My siblings. My loyal staff, some of whom had been with me since the very beginning, my beloved clients, who I knew would be in despair without me (this is not my ego I promise!), and above all, my cherished friends.
Initially, I tried to convince my Gentle Giant to move to Ghana instead. That made so much more sense.
Until it didn’t.
It’s a very dangerous thing to stop running when you are on a treadmill. Because, for as long as you are moving, everything and everyone else is moving along with you. When you stop, you realize how tired you are. When you stop, you open your eyes and you see everything that is not what you want it to be.
I worked HARD. 6-7 days a week, loooong days, especially when we had events, which was virtually every weekend.
Life was not bad. I had created what I had been longing for since life was ripped away from my family as a child.
I had friends, I had servants, I had the freedom to do what I wanted as long as I worked for it.
But.....those trips, those hours of dreaming with my beloved.

Soon, all the walls of my Queendom began to crack.
I had come to despise all that I had devoted my life to building.
Everything started to go wrong.
And so, one day in March, after our Valentine’s Day ceremony, I made the decision. Two years after we met and married, I decided to leave.
I left in April. With only two suitcases.
I left everything I had worked hard for behind.
I left my mother, my father, my family, my friends, my staff.
But I was EXCITED!!!!!
It was a new day!!!!
A new life with my beloved!

I had spent my formative years in New York, from age 4-8. My first years of school were in America. I had also traveled several times to visit.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing prepared me for this beautiful, romantic and spontaneous decision!
My love, my beloved, my Gentle Giant of a husband.
Oh, he did everything right.
He bought me a beautiful brand new home.
He told me to rest, and not to worry about a thing.
We were going to begin our beautiful lives together, under one roof, in one home, as man and wife.
It was supposed to be perfect!!!!
It wasn’t.
This, for me, began the shriveling of a woman’s robust confidence, the paling of the most vibrant and colorful soul, the diminishing of all the dreams who made me who I am.
And till this day, I cannot explain how and why this happened.
But it is a story that reverberates throughout the entire universe.
The story of a woman losing herself.
Next.....Becoming Aphrodite in two parts.