Saturday, February 7, 2026
You fall in love with the entire universe, just as it is. I know this is a crazy notion, but if you loved your kids just as they were, they wouldn’t have issues. But it starts with you. You don’t love yourself. No-one really does.
When you watch Fox News, or see contentious interactions on TV, that’s not falling in love. That’s falling into a complexity of right and wrong; win and lose. No matter what your children do, you love them. Or at least, that’s the goal.
My dog is a hot mess. She jumps on people, gets too riled up, and sometimes destroys things. I’m working with her, and falling in love with her means I accept her just the way she is. She stinks. She licks me too much. She’s hot at night and crowds my space, but when you truly fall in love – how can you get ugly? How can you spank, hit, or yell?
Falling in love with the universe is wacky. To accept the world and all of its so-called blemishes and “craziness” is unconventional. I’m a 50 year-old recovering control freak who thought he could “improve” himself. I came from parents who thought the same thing.
All I was doing for the last 50 years was learning to love myself. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. I love the universe. It’s f*cked up, and so am I. But I love myself anyway. I love all my weirdness, and I certainly won’t hide who I am anymore.
When you fall in love, you can’t help yourself. You overlook so much. Why must we continue to frustrate the power that comes when we fall in love? Could you love more? The control freak has a hard time loving more. The moron seems to get it. He’s head over heels.