I love you. Yes, I love you. I love you more than you can fathom. You are, it seems, actually shy of love. You are afraid it is too much for you. You might feel there is obligation if you should realize the enormity of My love for you. You might feel you have to become a different person. No, not at all. Not a different person, absolutely not.
On the contrary, you would become more of yourself as you really are. You would shed layers of pretense and a misguided picture of yourself. You would become so simple, shorn of Earth-mandated appearance. Heretofore, We may consider your existence on Earth as only an approximation of yourself, perhaps an imitation of yourself.
You would become effortless. Tension would be gone. The True You in all your simplicity would arise. You would breathe as if for the first time. You would shed layers of fabrication, of ambition, of performance, even of excellence. Nevertheless, as you let go of all that covers you up or intrudes upon you, you would know your excellence, and your excellence may well not be what you thought it had to be.