my love affair with life
I love my life. I am so head over heels obsessed and enamored by my life it is shocking. This love was not at first sight. It was a slow burn that fizzled in and out for 20 years. This love was hard to catch, but only because I searched for her in the wrong places.
I love my life. I am in love with the changing and molding of the seasons. I am in love with the way the morning sun wakes me up by shining on my face. I am in love with the way a good book transports me into another dimension. I am in love with learning new things and meeting new people. I am in love with all of mother nature’s landscapes and critters. I am in love with exploring the planet we call home. I am in love with baking brownies out of boredom. I am in love with dancing to music alone in my room. I am in love with every sunset and sunrise I dash to the beach to see. I am in love with creativity, inspiration, and passion, and I am in love with the way I relate to those things.
One of the most enchanting aspects of this love affair is that in falling in love with life, I have also fallen in love with myself.
I have fallen in love with the color of my eyes, how they can either resemble golden rays or coffee beans. I have fallen in love with my laugh, and how I can find humor in almost anything in this world. I have fallen in love with my zest for life, that is balanced perfectly by my clear-headed caution. I have fallen in love with my compassion for others, and the way I can comfort those around me who need it most. I have fallen in love with gaining confidence, and now nothing and no one can take that away from me. I have fallen in love with my gifts and talents; I could not possibly be more grateful for my affiliation with words. Ironically, I have even fallen in love with loving myself.
I could go on and on about all the tiny aspects of life that I have fallen head over heels in love with, but that is not the point of these words.
It took me 20 years to fall in love with life, and sadly, it can take people much longer. I am curious, how different we would live, if we put falling in love with life as our main priority, not accomplishment, money, materialism, popularity, or even travel.
I know from personal experience that the little things in life become a lot more beautiful, and a lot more magical too.
So, now I am asking you, how do you think your life would change if you made falling in love with it, and falling in love with yourself, your top priority? I can’t imagine any outcome being less than divine.