I know I write a lot about a lot of stuff. But something rolling around in my noggin since “shallow” (which I refer to a lot) is the acceptance of someone unconditionally and what does unconditionally mean to me. We all have levels of what unconditional means to us and what we are willing to have as a set standard and I’ve been considering what my standards are.
I’ve declared my measuring stick markers, but I never exclaimed what happens when those markers are met. You know why? They’ve never been met. That is until now. So now is the time for the story of what happens when the markers are met. Backtracking a little bit, there have been times when some or the majority of my markers have been met. I may have even been “ok” with that and could’ve been happy without “really settling.” However, I don’t think the unconditionally part could’ve been met until a progression of time occurred.
So “unconditionally,” the magic word of the day. I love my little responsibilities that I created and the bonus responsibilities that I have adopted, “unconditionally” without end and no matter what, I will always love them. Other humans have to earn that shit.
Luckily, I have amazing parents and I love them unconditionally. Yeah, I know, I don’t like them or their actions at times, but I will always love them until such a time they lose that love (this would take an egregious act). The same is for my siblings and closest friends (they know who they are, because I tell them). For a love interest it means something a little different for me.
It’s beyond a previous description of “accepting the person exactly where they are, with all their baggage and who they are.” It’s beyond working things out to have a lunch or squeeze an activity into a busy week. It’s moving mountains, taking risks, sharing every vulnerability (the good, the bad, and the ugly), and it doesn’t feel like work. It feels like adventure.
It doesn’t feel like an effort because it feels like it’s as natural as breathing or eating. It feels like someone knows every part of you and you don’t have to say a word. It feels like the world has tethered me to the safest place to fall I have ever had, with zero judgement but a hundred percent accountability. I feel like a kid, but empowered to be the amazing adult human I strive to be.
Never have I ever known the power that “unconditionally” yields. Until now…more to come soon.
Whiskey Momma 