Love Warrior

“Maybe, for now, the only right decision is to stop making decisions.”

Pain splits us into two. When someone who is suffering says, “I’m fine, I’m fine,” it is not because she is fine, it is because her inner self told her outer self to say the words “I am fine.” Sometimes she will even slip and say, “We’re fine.” Others assume she’s referring to herself and

From now on, when I sense No—in a facial expression, in a tone of voice, in someone’s disapproval of me, in my own mind—my mental response will be, Fuck you. Fuck you is what I say to fear, to doubt, to shame, to every form of No, Glennon, not for you. Fuck you is all the language I have for now. It’s my shield. It’s my ode to Mary. It’s my prayer

It’s a holy space we can enter with people only if we promise not to tidy up.

partly because of my wiring and partly because

stop explaining myself, because I learn that making decisions is never about doing the right thing or the wrong thing. It’s about doing the precise thing. The precise thing is always incredibly personal and often makes no sense to anyone else.

So what is it in a human life that creates bravery, kindness, wisdom, and resilience? What if it’s pain? What if it’s the struggle? What if I was trying to take from Amma the one thing that would make her the woman I dreamed she’d become? The bravest people I know are those who’ve walked through the fire and come out on the other side.

Comparers need to deflect my personal pain by refusing to accept that any of this is personal. So instead of making a new file for my story, she files me into some category for which she already has a reference. She tells me how we are the same, she and I, because she had a bad breakup in college.

We either allow ourselves to feel the burn of our own pain or someone we love gets burned by it. Craig