I woke up this morning crying…tears of joy of course. I felt so light, so free…weightless. And if you’ve followed my blog, you know the past two years have been anything but. From losing love that wasn’t real, to finding healing in all my mistakes. The journey has been anything but weightless. I’ve blogged my personal journey through love, life, and the darkness that creeps in when you least expect it. And now, 30 years later, we will embark on an entirely new journey together. One of only real love, healing, patience, and all the things we want life to look like. I am an advocate for mental health, I root for love (with healthy skepticism), and hope to inspire every reader to let go, let light in, and journey with me.

When I healed completely, the love I craved fell into me, as if it felt I was ready to give it back. Now all my love rests in a safe and secure place. Free from fear and ache. I used to hold on to my love afraid to let it go completely. Always one foot on the ground, for fear it would be broken, damaged, tainted beyond repair. Never realizing the little pieces that chipped off every time I snatched it back. I was the one damaging my love, holding on so tight, I never let it grow. Never able to blossom into its full bloom, I kept my love from reaching its full potential. I never felt safe enough to allow my love to be rooted and watered. Never allowing it to take root in soil that didn’t feel like home.

But now, I’ve let go of the fear that suffocates, deciding that I was truly ready to task the risk. Finally ready to hand over my plant of love, letting it be watered, take root, and have a place to finally call home. The choice was not easy, but prior preparation is key. I had to realize as I handed over my love, I wasn’t left empty-handed. I was given another plant, to water, to nurture, to give a place to take root and call home. I thought I was so careful so gentle with my love, until I was given full responsibility of someone else’s. I had no idea the gentleness I was capable of. I had no idea the love I was ready for.

As you prepare for love, in any capacity, make sure all of you is ready. The only constant in life is change, so by no means am I insinuating perfection. I am telling you, what you seek will not flow to you unless you are truly prepared. Ask yourself how much you love you, then reflect on what you’ve allowed love to look like in your life. Do you see the discrepancies? If what you allowed doesn’t match your version of love, how can someone else’s take root and call you home. How can what you desire be nurtured within you when you are not prepared for it. How can you pour into what you crave when you yourself are empty and wilted? Only when you are blossoming, will you attract what you require.

-Full Bloom