I was having a conversation with someone and they shared that they believed it is normal to worry about those we love. I could feel a knot form in my stomach, which I have come to know as my way, of telling me, that who I really am does not agree with that statement.
I realized the knot in my stomach was about my definitions of normal and natural. I have learned that things can be normal because everyone is doing it, but they may not necessarily be natural -- meaning being who we really are.
The reason worrying about loved ones, for me, is not natural is because in the moment I am worrying I am not loving, I cannot be both at the same time. In the moment I am worrying about them, I am in fear and that is the opposite of love. If they are my loved ones what is natural is to love them, unconditionally, no matter what. If I love someone I want to believe in them, help them remember who they really are, trust their ableness, and be the light when they forget all of that. A loved one is one whom I love, not sporadically, not most of the time, not just when it is easy, but someone I appreciate, as best I can, moment . . . by moment . . . by moment.
What other stories might we be telling ourselves that may be normal but not natural?
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