Yesterday, I was on the terrace with my love, celebrating life and our togetherness. For me, this moment captures exactly what I’ve always imagined love to look like: free, light, and full of joy and connection.
Allowing this to happen, however, was a completely different story.
My system doesn’t quite believe that this kind of love exists. When things are going really well, I unconsciously put the brakes on, or worse, sabotage it. Because deep down, I think it probably isn’t true, can’t actually be true, or won’t last long.
When everything seems perfect, fear creeps in: “Maybe something bad will happen, or perhaps I’ll die now that I’ve found this happiness.”
These convictions can be deeply ingrained, almost at the cellular level.
Yet, I made a choice to embrace a different reality: What if this love is real? What if it’s allowed to flow and I can simply relax into it? This shift in perspective didn’t come easily—it was a process of trial and error—but I began to feel it more and more.
Now, after almost four years together, this moment captured in a photo moves me deeply, because I know: I’m allowing it. It’s flowing, it’s real, and it’s a pure delight. ❤
