Verging on Paradise, My Book's Conclusion

Dear Friends,

An author isn't supposed to publicize anything from the final chapters of their book. That's another stupid rule I'm happy to break. I routinely find myself needing to re-read the end of Woman on the Verge of Paradise. Here's part of that closing letter to my readers. I kinda like it (and need to remind myself of this) a lot. I hope it has meaning for you too.

Have a good week, and take care of yourselves.

Stay loving and silly.
Robyn
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   ...It’s not about landing at a destination. It’s about looking towards one, while savoring each gesture along the path. Like exhilarating foreplay that might or might not lead to orgasm; or the tantalizing first bite of bubbling hot fudge smothered over a creamy, mushy banana split sundae, whether or not you proceed to eat the whole thing (and if you don’t, I will.). Or sinking into a potentially life-altering moment of profound enlightenment, wherever it may lead. It’s about belief in greater things, whether or not they come to pass in your lifetime.

   Ultimately, it’s a space built upon one ingredient: self-love. This is where hope is at its most real and life, its most generous. Wherein faith conquers an infinite expanse of unknowns. In this glorious intersect of space, time, and energy, resides the verge.   
    And on the other side: Paradise.

   Thank you for traveling along with me.
   Love,
   Robyn