“Yeah, it was hard to give up
Some things are hard to let go
Some things are never enough
I guess I only can hope

For maybe one more chance
To try and save my soul
But love
Is a long, long road
Yeah, love
Is a long, long road” -Tom Petty

The short answer to the questions posed in the last post is: wait a second-am I actually going to be provided a short answer to something? I’ve been assured I will.

Love.

Well duh. As I thought and thought last night and this morning about just HOW I was going to explain the intention behind my misguided attempts at reshaping other people’s worlds in a way that seemed logical to anyone else, I got that divine tap on the shoulder reminding me that the obvious was escaping me because I was trying to make sense of it in my head and chasing an answer, rather than allowing it to be shown to me through my heart.

Because love is not logical.

Love defies reason and logic, making it magical.

And magic isn’t supposed to make sense because once it makes sense it’s become something other than magic.

You don’t get on a road expecting to stay in the same place you started.

You get on a road because you’re open to traveling it, understanding that sometimes you may find yourself

• lost
• broken down
• out of gas
• seemingly aimless in your pursuits
• in need of picking up or dropping off passengers, regardless of the difficulty in letting them go
• requiring help with your navigation
• needing to take legs of the journey on your own

I’ve come to the conclusion that love is a long road best navigated by allowing yourself the abundance of grace necessary to perpetually forgive yourself and others for not always knowing where they’re headed or why. Or for wanting the other to speak OUR language instead of their own when we can’t possibly be expected to do so because

neither. of. us. knows. how.

Until we learn.

And that’s what I’m doing now. Actually, for quite some time now: learning to communicate in a language that is not my own.

Because I’ve realized that’s part of the magic of love. It’s not about making someone else’s world the way YOU think it should be. It’s about having the flexibility of mind to open your own world SO much that you’re able to recognize that there are NO SHOULD BE-s when it comes to people.

And how they think. And how they process. And how they communicate.

And how they love.

We are as we are on this long road of love- DIFFERENT by design.

As we get more miles under our belts, becoming increasingly confident in our navigational skills, the hope is that we’ll gain enough clarity to see where we’ve been and utilize our newfound perception and interpretation skills to circle back to areas meant to be revisited once we’ve learned the language.

Picking up what we missed the first time around.

Then continuing the drive.

What “wrecks” us does not destroy us- it MOVES us! And for this we say THANK YOU. ❤

You wreck me baby- yeah you break me in two. But you move me honey- yes you do. -Michael W Campbell, Thomas Earl Petty