Love and hate really are strong words aren't they? It was easier for me to think about things i hate than it is to think about the things i love.
I've been told i'm many things over the years. Generous and kind. Those come up often. One person in college told me i was the nicest person he had ever met. I remember that. I don't often remember the positive things people say, for whatever reason those are a lot easier to forget than the hurtful things.
I think the thing that has gotten me furthest in life, helped me to get through hard times is my determination. I can push myself very hard. I have almost always gotten the things i've really wanted. Do i love my determination? I don't think so.
There is no doubt that i absolutely love my children. I made them. I grew them, i birthed them – they are of me, but they are not me.
One thing that has been the center of all my hopes and fears, anxiety and excitement, love and loss? My heart. My heart is the core of me. It is where i feel everything. It is what makes me whole and complete. It makes me compassionate and kind, it is the thing i am most careful of, most scared of breaking.
I love my heart.
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love is what i “love” to hear…i know you must be a loving person…i can feel it in your words.
it is sad when we remember the hurt & not the love…we all do it.sometimes we remember too late. I have.