Hi hi Reader,

I’ve got some good news and some bad news, Sweets: This is your love story.

I’m not talking about your marriage. Or your kids. Or even that stranger you locked eyes with at Trader Joe’s over the almond croissants in the freezer section (spoiler: get them. They’re amazing.)

Those people count too, but that’s not what this email is about.

This email is about you. Your life. THIS life. This TODAY life. The one you’re living while you read this, right now.

Because THIS is your love story.

The great love story of your life. The one you have with yourself. With your soul. With the planet.

With puppies. And pomegranates. Pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving. The zinnias that keep showing up despite how hard you ignore them.

With the crab apple tree in the backyard that turns the most perfect shade of pink for two weeks every spring, as if to bellow: Winter won’t always be here.

I’m talking about all of this.

But right now is so hard. And I kind of hate it here. I know. Me too.

Nevertheless: this IS your love story.

Right here. Right now. Even with the grief, the chaos, the distractions, the pings, the breaking news, the fear of what happens next.

And yet. And yet. And yet.

Here we are.
Here you are.

And don’t forget: This is YOUR love story.

Yours.

Will you claim it? Will you stand IN the story rather than watching from the sidelines?

Maybe now?

Or… now?

Oh, you don’t feel ready?

Guess what? You don’t have to feel ready. Or steady. Or like you know exactly what to do.

You just have to be.

Trust me—you just have to be.

Because this is your LOVE story.

It’s easy to forget, isn’t it? The love part.

Because, good lord, there’s a lot happening out there.

(And, honestly, a lot happening in here.)

So let me say it again: this is your LOVE story.

Not your confusion story.
Not your fear story.
Not your fatigue story.

Your LOVE story.

(Hint: What would LOVE tell you to do about that confusion, fear, and fatigue? What else would love want you to know—about yourself, about this world, about what’s possible?)

And, finally, Sweets: this is your love STORY.

A story. That you’re writing. Every single day.

And it’s not about overachieving to live the best love story. Or the fastest love story. Or rushing to the end so you can check it off the list and move on.

Those are someone else’s stories.

This one?

It’s yours.​
It’s here.​
It’s about love.​
It’s happening today.

How will you live accordingly?

What will you say yes to?
What will you release?
What will you be on the lookout for?

And to be clear: actively living in a love story doesn’t mean there won’t be heartache. Or hard times. Or people making choices that make you question everything.

But it does mean that love still gets to be at the forefront of your story.

This is your love story.

This is our love story.

Let's remember, eh?

PS. Love stories aren’t about perfection. They’re about showing up—messy, uncertainty, and alllll the human vulnerability. Yay and ugh and fiiiiiine, here I go grumbles.