Infatuation and Love

11.11.25

One of my readings this morning resonated deep in my soul. It compared surrender and acceptance to infatuation and love. That metaphor made perfect sense to me. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl, or maybe because I’m a romantic at heart, even though I like to pretend like that part of me doesn’t exist anymore.

In the beginning, I was infatuated with surrender. I was drawn to it because I wanted what I saw in others who had been sober longer than me. That calm, sense of freedom. But just like infatuation, surrender is only the start. Turning it into real love, or true acceptance, takes lots of patience, brutal honesty, and a whole lot of work.

I had to learn that knowing I was powerless was just the spark, not the fire. Handing things over to a Power greater than myself, one I was just getting to know, meant letting go a little more each day. It’s not a one-time deal. It’s a relationship that grows the more I trust and the more I show up for it.

Some days I struggle more than others and just want to scream “Why?”. But I’ve learned that when I stop trying to control everything and allow that Power to work in my life, acceptance starts to feel more natural. Like true love that’s finally taken root.