“The One” hadn’t shown up in his life until he’d given up the attachment of what he thought she should look like. The real work, he confided, was that he needed to open himself to love and be loved. When I asked him how he did this, he smiled sheepishly and leaned in to tell me his secret. “I cleaned out my closets,” he confessed. “I literally created a space in my bedroom closet and cleared out a drawer so that when she showed up, she’d have a place to put her things.”
