Why what you want may not be reaching you

Hi my Love.

I have to tell you... it’s possible that what’s meant for you in the Universe is not getting to you.

I know that feels hard to hear.

And I want you to know that I don’t say that to blame you — there is no blame, whatsoever.
You’re not doing anything wrong. You can’t, actually.

In fact, everything you’ve done up until this point is perfect — I truly believe that. 
Everything that has happened was supposed to have happened.

And I don’t tell you this to cause you undue fear.
After all, you cannot miss what is meant for you.

And yet, you’re at a choice-point, love.

Because right now, as we speak, the Universe is watching you, with bated breath — like a loving parent hopeful for its baby’s first steps; knowing that you can do it, seeing how you WANT to walk to the other side of the room so badly, and knowing it has to be your choice to step.

and It has to be your choice to let go.

To let go of the armchair or the railing, to venture out into the vast unknown — across that treacherous nubby carpet, around that sharp-looking coffee table, and who knows what other untold dangers that lurk — in order to get there.

For us, it’s not the support of living room furniture that the Universe is asking us to let go of — it’s the vice grip on the self-protective thoughts, beliefs, patterns and habits that are keeping us in a false place of safety, and therefore several steps away from our greatest desires.

“But what if I fall?”

We might. 

And yet, what’s the alternative? 

To stay where we are?
To stay small, still, unexpressed, unsatisfied, unfulfilled, and wrought with regrets and ‘what-ifs’? 

Receiving what is meant for us requires something of us, as well. 

Receiving what we’re asking for requires a willingness to open to it.

In order to step into our greatness, to receive the Love and the magic that we’re meant for, to be fully expressed in who we are and who we’re MEANT to be — our Souls ask us to embrace (in Ariel Spilsbury’s words), “without exception, even what your mind tells you may potentially hurt you.”

And that, I’m afraid, doesn’t mean getting tougher. 
It doesn’t mean getting stronger, more badass, puffing ourselves up and telling ourselves there’s nothing to fear.

It means being willing to get beaten up. 
It means being willing to fall. 

It means getting down in the mud with the possibility
that it’ll fucking HURT.

And choosing to open up to it, with your heart and arms open wide,
and with a knowing and loving smile on your face, that seems to say,

“I know….
I know you might destroy something in me —
— but I know that I will heal,
and I know that, somehow, my Love will be bigger,
my heart will be stronger,
and what I gain will be infinitely more beautiful
than what I would lose.”

So, open to receive, my love.

Let go of the railing.

What you desire is waiting for you with outstretched arms — it just needs you to let go.