When I first received the idea for a series about what love looks like, I brushed it aside. I had never done anything like this and I wasn’t sure I wanted to start now. A series would require some sort of regular posting on one subject. It would require a commitment to this space – a commitment that I was not sure I was capable of keeping. While I am trying to post with some regularity, I am experiencing a series of changes that are redefining regular in my vocabulary.
But the idea would not go away. It hung around like laundry. You wash, fold and put away the clothes, then you wear them, soil them and do it all again. I would pull out the idea, decide against it, put it away and it would show up the next day, begging to be reconsidered. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake it. So I gave thought to the different ways love might look. The different ways I could make the series work. It finally dawned on me that I did not have to write all the posts, I could ask for guest posts.
I reached out to some people and some said yes. Others said they would love to but life prevented them from saying yes. And that is OK. Because love also looks like knowing your limitations.
And this series? I had a vision for it (once I accepted the idea of doing it that is!) is not turning out like I thought.
And maybe that is the point. Love doesn’t look like we think or plan or envision. And sometimes life is like that too. Life doesn’t turn out like we think, plan or envision. And part of learning to love is embracing that which doesn’t work out exactly like I thought, planned or envisioned.