Radically surrender everything for the sake of alignment to this moment now as it is.
Every last thought. Beautiful fantasy. Everything you think want but are seemingly separate from.
Surrender every last hair of a perception.
Rest in the transparency. It’s OK to release the form.
And then you will see. It’s all yours anyway.
I was romancing the fuck out of my Experince. But when I lose that, and I always do, fall back on my source Romance to essence itself. Romance the fuck out of myself. This is your trump card Claire. Commit and devote to your source romance. It obliterates every single excuse in an instant.