Love has no agenda …

You’ve never seen him before — the guy across the room smiling at you. And he’s hot, not because he has a chiseled jaw or even a full head of hair, but because he’s unabashedly looking at what he likes. You! Now what?

If you’re not in a relationship, you can’t wait to find out! If you are in a relationship, this is a test. How strong is your commitment, the thing that keeps you faithful?

You are likely to stay committed as long as you think you can get more of what you want where you are than you could get elsewhere; and you’re likely to break your commitment if you decide you can get more of what you want some place else. So, what do you want? Chances are, neither a chiseled jaw nor hot sex is at the top of your list. Knowing what IS on your list — as well as his — can keep you both satisfied, rather than feeling stuck. It’s not just a matter of staying or knowing that you will; it’s a matter of knowing that you want to.

You don’t commit once and for all; you are continually choosing.

And commitment is a two-edged sword.… More

If I want to speak my heart, I can’t stop at what sounds good. If I want to give my best, I can’t stop at winning approval. If I want to live my destiny, I can’t stop at gratifying my ego. … More

When you know that you are enough, you have nothing left to be afraid of. That was always the mother of all your fears.

There is nothing left to be angry about, feel shameful about, or worry about. Without fear, you have perfect love.

You are perfect love.… More

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I don’t remember ever falling into a Labor Day like this one. I have, without planning to, contemplated my labor all day.

While my work may be as simple as love, I can’t find a straight shot to getting it done. And sometimes it seems like every shot stretches my level of skill.

Today, I have paused, as I often do; but it feels different. It feels divinely orchestrated, which implies that my other pauses aren’t … and yet they are. I was born eager, but had to learn patience.

And today, I feel soulfully grateful for the fruit of my labor. It’s not like a book deal or popularity I can point to (or lose). I can’t show you the fruit, but I can feel it growing. It’s inside. And it’s mine.

Happy Labor Day! … More

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