Love Is Coming For You.

Here’s what I’ve been thinking about as we head into February: love isn’t something we have to earn or become worthy of. It’s not waiting for us to finally get it all together, to be calmer or kinder or more evolved.

Love is already here. And it’s coming for you — for all the parts of you.

One of my fave teachers, psychologist Matt Licata, writes about how love meets us exactly where we are, in our mess and confusion, in our grief and our weird 3 am worries. It doesn’t wait politely at the door until we’ve cleaned ourselves up. It comes in through the cracks.

I think about this when I’m tempted to postpone my own loving — of myself, of this moment, of what is — until conditions are just right. Until I’ve perfected myself. Until I’m less reactive. Until I’ve meditated more. Until the work boxes are checked, and the household feel manageable, and I feel calm and somehow different than I am right now.

But what if love is the thing that wants to meet you in your kitchen at 5 pm when everyone is hungry and you’re touched out and feeling alone in this business of parenting? What if it’s there in the anxiety, in the feeling-of-failure, in the grief? In the actual texture of your real life? What if it’s holding the whole thing?

The deepest call isn’t to improve yourself into lovability. It’s to let yourself be loved — right now, as you are. To feel the Divine holding you, moving through you in the form of your own breath, your own longing, your own imperfect presence.

Love is coming for us. Not someday. Today. In this moment. Right now.

The only question for us is: can we let it in?