by Joy Monger
Today I was feeling especially imperfect, primarily around being in a relationship. I’m not always that good at it; my temperament changes, I get scared by the duration that a long-term relationship requires. If you’ll remember my old post, I am also scared that I am the a**hole.
I tend to spend too much time worrying about how a relationship will change me, if I am getting what I need, or if I am good enough at loving someone else, if I am worthy. On this particular day I was really beating myself up.
And then, randomly, someone who never emails me, emailed me the words you’ll see below. No intro paragraph, not even a “hi, hello, did you see that spreadsheet I sent over?”. I swear, people, it felt like the words were direct from the heavens above.
I offer them to you:
You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you will return. You came here to learn personal love…Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty… of messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love,in truth, doesn’t need ANYother adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.