As I watch this beautiful sun from the window of my room this afternoon, I can't help but think of love and the people I love and the different ways in which I love them. Do you even realize that you love your people differently? I don't know how many ways there are, I'm here to talk about those I know. There are people I love enough to talk to everyday. There are those I go a while without a text or a call but when we talk? Oh boy, distance and time just has nothing on us. There are people I love to gift. Getting them things or taking care of them gives me the greatest pleasure. There are people I love to touch. I love to hug them, hold their hand or even literally lean against them while having a conversation. And there's this very special category that I want to talk the most about; the people I love just because I love them. See, all these relationships I talked about up there are maintained or nurtured by something. The physical touch, the gifts, the calls, the t...
This week my soul mourns. It broods over how far in life I could have been or what I could have achieved had I just showed up and did stuff, especially when I didn't feel motivated to. That has been the big deal lately; motivation. I don't know if you've ever woken up with absolutely no will to live for days on end. It's more than just being lethargic or lazy. No will to live. It's such an impossible thing to describe. To have nothing to look forward to except for a few recipes to try out. Except for a few chapters of a book that passed the vibe check or a few episodes of a series. It looks like being so uninterested in lots of things; things that once were grounding or fulfilling. Things that once sparked a fire. It looks like a slow fade, literally being eaten away. It's still impossible to describe. And so I look into motivation. Only to find out that the only way out is to proceed and carry on without it. That it comes from doing. You show up and it catche...