Ever since my divorce and especially lately, I’ve been thinking about what being “in love,” actually looks and feels like. I’m pretty sure it’s a terrible idea to carry these thoughts on for too long in one’s head, especially with the committee that resides in my noggin. Still, for several weeks, I’ve been extra “think-y” about the qualities I’ve spotted in the men I tend to fancy the most.
In the recent past, I’ve been learning about how I react when others don’t play in my Love Shack the way that I do, or perhaps even question my approach to love. My immediate reaction is to be self-critical about the manner in which I am drawn to love someone or how I love.
I mean this as much as I mean anything – This self-criticism is unacceptable treatment of myself, period. My love and the way that I love is, well, LOVE. A good friend of mine mentioned the word, “shackle” when referencing the word, “love.” Obviously, I am not mentioning the entire story in context here,
the use of the word, “shackle” when referencing love and actually how I love, removed my self-critical shackles almost immediately. (I had to reflect on it for a bit.)
I can say with confidence that most people who know me, KNOW wholeheartedly that I love openly and that when I love, I mean it.
I stayed away from partnering up for many, many years as I dated myself. This was an excellent, estimable action that I will forever be grateful for. It prepared me to love the right man. (Men, actually.) I don’t for one second believe there is just one man to love in this Universe for me. The man that I give myself to, will celebrate, appreciate and treasure all of the love I give to him. He will know that I’ve chosen him and the power that holds. He will trust my discernment and not by what I say, but by how I live and have lived.
My Love Shack is an estate with wide open space for anyone who is invited to enter. There are no shackles in my Love Shack. Not ever. If you have shackles and are in my home, you entered into my shack with shackles already on, I am sorry to say.
If you’re shackled and I love you, I am honored to assist in removal of your shackles, but if you want to keep your shackles on, you’ll have to leave my shack.
With real love, really,