Over the course of last year, really little by little, one day at a time, I began to unshackle my heart from the bondage of ego and self that it had been wound up in, and release it out into the universe, trusting the unknown. And now that I have arrived, or at least that’s what it feels like; I vacillate between giddy enthusiasm, surrender of sorts, and a little bit of terror.
Ain’t love grand?
I wish I could say that I understood it, but if truth be told, living in love means foregoing understanding, at least on that intellectual “I think” kind of way. I’m going with it, flowing around out there in a vaporous ether world of mushy gratitude, believing in my heart that any resistance would not only be futile but also hilariously misconceived.
This boundless unknowing is living to my highest potential, way outside of my comfort zone, basking in an edgy energy that coaxes and cajoles me towards the most expansive expression of myself I could ever imagine. And the reason to do it: Peace, happiness, joy with others, a connection to my spirited self that is the essence of who I really am.
Even though I’m scared sometimes, I’m just going to roll right along, living big and loving big. My heart is full to overflowing; bursting at its seams, vulnerable, choosing to be much more than I’ve ever allowed myself to be, excited and grateful for all that life offers up in love.