Ooof, this one slaps in the most lovely of ways. Sometimes it is hard to accept the sheer vulnerability of being loved without conditions. I wonder if that is why we self-sabotage, will the other shoe to drop, and rob ourselves from the blinding joy of the experience. Perhaps it asks of us to love ourselves in the way others do? There is grief in giving up the farce...even if we know it is for the highest good.
Thanks Julie. You're right, on all fronts! I think learning to carry the love the second time is part of learning to love yourself. For the first time or again!
Ooof, this one slaps in the most lovely of ways. Sometimes it is hard to accept the sheer vulnerability of being loved without conditions. I wonder if that is why we self-sabotage, will the other shoe to drop, and rob ourselves from the blinding joy of the experience. Perhaps it asks of us to love ourselves in the way others do? There is grief in giving up the farce...even if we know it is for the highest good.
Thanks Julie. You're right, on all fronts! I think learning to carry the love the second time is part of learning to love yourself. For the first time or again!