For a long time, I was under the impression that I wouldn’t ever feel worthy of a worthy partner in life, if I didn’t make something of myself. To this day, I still don’t quite know what that means, but I know where it came from. We all have some of these weeds in our garden, yeah? What I also know, is that it’s a crippling, spiritual and emotional prison of an idea. I am happy to have burned off a lot of that imbalance, but the scars of shame can run deep, and take time to fully heal.
Life, is change. It is inevitable. If that’s a stressful idea, fraught with anxiety, it’s attached to some notion that anything in this place is anything but transient. You will “die”, so get on with living.
Don’t settle. Tepid love is a timid heart. It won’t do you any good, nor your kids, nor the world (and it’s depressing to observe). Dare for great. Allow for awesome.