I heart Love.
My ability to simply sit with the feeling without having any particular person or situation in mind is something I’ve only recently really sank into.
Yet I still love that teenage heart leap when someone you find extra interesting catches your attention. I wouldn’t really call myself a hopeless romantic… but rather a hopeful sapiosexual.
Meaty conversation, certainty in the uncertain, and a genuine interest in the world around us is what gets my heart pumping.
However, now I mean this with any type of relationship.
Romance, friendships, and work life…whomever, and wherever.
What it really ended up coming down to is the understanding that my energy in this life is precious. I don’t write this with any sense of exclusivity, but more so with a deeper sense of how this operates in my daily life. We experience the mundane and “normal” enough in our day to day. I understand every moment of my existence will not be filled with the type of love-feeling I am describing here,
I also understand that between the larger solid rocks, in that metaphorical jar of what goes in on my life, and with who…the tiny grains of sand fillers are what make it exactly that…fulfilling. So as I move forward making adjustments to my own energy, that includes adjusting interactions that align more with who I am.
(Refer back to the sapiosexual comment)
Because I heart to love,
I will never settle for less than the heart swells and butterflies.
Neither should you.