In the very recent noise, confusion, and old heartbreak patterns, love arrived this Christmas Eve without demand, without fear, without strings. It just flows with grace and reciprocity…friendship, conversation, ease, and connection as it has for 8 years.
My bestie confirmed something my soul already knows:
I am loved as I am, not for what I can prove, fix, tolerate, or endure.
Not conditionally.
Not anxiously.
Not with disappearance looming behind it.
Just love. Spoken plainly. Offered freely. Backed by actions that bring safety, consistency, smiles, and peace to my nervous system.
“Happy Christmas Eve. I just called to tell you, you are loved…you are loved.”
This is such a contrast moment and contrast moments are sacred. They clarify truth without having to analyze anything. One voice brings dysregulation and doubt and heartbreak; the other brings calm, warmth, and feelings of connection.
Peace and blessings on this Christmas Eve.
Love,
Wendy
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