“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ~Dr. Seuss
During my time of writer’s block, I asked Love to suggest something to write about. His suggestion: Love… “How you know when you’re in love,” he specifies. Immediately, I think back to a few days earlier when I was talking with my friend and she asked the same thing of me. “Well, I’m no expert,” I thought to myself [in both situations]. I know how I feel about it, but who am I to tell another “what is” and “what is not”.?. “Love” is complicated enough, right!?! So I put the post off – to contemplate. Then, yesterday I read a friend’s status on Facebook where he was asking, “How do you know if it’s love or lust”. Well, this was the third time that the topic had come to my attention. So, I’m weighing in…
Being that this post was initially suggested by Love, I asked his opinion – to give another perspective in addition to mine. Like I said before, we’re no experts. We just know how we feel about it. So, below are just a few of many ways we feel let you know when you’re in love with Love…
Sometimes, saying Goodbye is the best thing to do.
Last week I reached a milestone. And I must say, I’m very proud of myself. When I think about where I was this time last year; I am proud, and I am thankful for how far I have come.
I have been tested in many ways. My faith has been tested. My strength has been tested. My patience has been tested. My character has been tested. My ability to Love, Forgive, Let Go, and find Peace has been tested. I – have truly been tested.
I was talking to a friend today, and our conversation inspired me to write this post. You see, she’s on a journey – as we all are. And recently, her journey took an unexpected turn. I suggested she start a blog [writing can be therapeutic and because her journey can inspire others]. Initially, she was apprehensive. It’s scary sharing your innermost thoughts and feelings with others – I know. But then, she said something that made me think: “if only she could see herself through my eyes”. She said that she doesn’t think she has a story to tell; that her story may not be as “dark” as others. But I say everybody has a story to tell. Your story may not be like mine, and my story may not be like yours. But, it’s a story just the same. It’s a part of our journey, and it may very well help someone else through his/hers [journey]. I asked her permission to share the details of her journey and she agreed. I’m grateful to have the opportunity to share a piece of her with you, and I hope that her story inspires you as much as it inspires me!
What if you were created to change somebody’s life?
We go through each day on this journey called Life; eating, sleeping, working, playing, shopping, going to church, attending events, etc. – just living, laughing, and loving. And in pretty much everything that we do, we encounter and interact with different kinds of people: good/bad, rich/poor, healthy/sick, employed/unemployed, smart/not so smart, informed/ignorant, sane/mentally unstable, happy/sad and all of those in between [you get the picture]. Do you ever stop to think how your actions (what you say and do) may affect any of those people – positively and/or negatively? And how this, in turn, may change their life – positively and/or negatively?
I do, and I guess that’s what led me to write this post. Now, I admit that I am not perfect (and I acknowledge my imperfections). I too was taught to “treat others how you want to be treated” and have failed to do so at times – more so in my younger days (although I’m just 25 years young). I have hurt others – close to me and not so close to me. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve tried to implement that advice in my journey of life… and I’ll be the first to admit that it’s not always easy!
My 15-year-old brother loves to cook, or shall I say concoct dishes. Hungry and frustrated by the fact that no one would let him “borrow” money to order a pizza, he decided to make pancakes – for the first time…
He starts off following the directions on the box, but I offer my assistance anyway.
“Does this look right,” he asks me.
He’s holding a bowl full of clump, explaining how he decided to cut the recipe in half. It’s his first time, and he’s already making adjustments. From the looks of it, it seems that he cut the amount of water in half, but not the amount of mixture. He says otherwise.
I tell him it’s a little too clumpy and to add some water. He agrees and adds more water. He takes out a skillet and continues to stir the batter.