I fell in love with my husband this week. I mean, of course I already loved him. We’ve been together 16 years and we’re committed partners in this crazy pay-the-mortgage-cook-the-dinners-change-the-diapers-keep-the-house-kinda-clean-and-do-what-makes-you-happy dance of marriage. Our relationship continually evolves and, I suspect, always will.
But every now and again, he’ll say something that catapults me back to feeling like I did when we first fell in love. You know – that head-over-heels-tummy-full-of-butterflies-heart-in-your-throat whirlwind of young love? Yeah, that.
If you’ve read my posts this week, you’ve probably gathered that I’m in the exciting process of growing my business and paving new paths. Whenever I’m expanding my horizons in ways that are aligned with my passions and purpose…envisioning my future and letting go of the how and when…I feel like things manifest so quickly, it’s crazy! Resources, opportunities, partners seem to appear out of the blue and it knocks my socks off every time!
On Tuesday, I was buzzing with excitement – and, truth be told, some nervousness – over opportunities that had just fallen from the heavens right into my lap. I had to share my excitement, so I sent Brad an email at work, telling him it was happening again. “It’s like I think stuff and then the stuff happens before I have a chance to even plan things out,” I wrote to him. He could have easily written a quick courtesy email back – a “great news” or “good job, dear” response. Instead, he immediately sent this note back:
“YOU FREAKIN’ ROCK! No need to be scared or surprised by this – just keep plowing ahead. It’s ok to stop for a moment and say thanks to the great creator…but I think if we’re TOO awestruck by great things that happen to us, it can almost be a sign to the universe that we don’t feel like we’re worthy; when in truth, we’ve put in a lot of hard work to get to this very spot.
It’s almost like ‘luck.’ In reality, there’s no such thing – but there is a point when we’ve worked our asses off and then kind of ‘let go’ that great things start coming our way. Fabo news, dear…I couldn’t be happier for you.”
Sigh. He’s so right. Is it any wonder I got butterflies again?