I’ve been thinking about love the last few days, the multitude of thoughts and emotions and actions and ways of understanding that one word. I’ve also been thinking about the dozens and dozens and dozens of people who’ve passed through my life that I could apply that word to – and yet for each person it means something different. There are people in my life who I love but honestly don’t even like all that much. There are people who I love but hardly really know – either because it’s been so long that I can’t with full confidence say I even know them anymore or because they are people I have met and loved or have had a blood connection to and loved but never really knew in the first place.
Then there are people who have been in my life for years, who support me, who laugh with me, who help me, who accept me and have accepted me throughout all the changes I’ve gone through to make me who I am today. There are people who love me despite the fact that there are probably parts about me – decisions I’ve made, things I believe – that they don’t like at all.
There are a lot of good traits about me, a lot of things to love – but I recognize that there are also definitely some unlovable aspects, ways in which I could be better, less moody, less controlling. Like all of us, I’m a work in progress. And like all of us, I have a multitude of people who love me despite that.
I sat in front of my computer for over an hour this morning trying to think of what to write. I haven’t been writing much – or reading – because my time has been taken up with other matters. As a result, I haven’t been feeling creative energy and I haven’t felt inspired to write. I have felt energy in other ways though – the past couple of weeks I’ve been shown amazing love. From my fella, who has shown his love in a multitude of big and small ways, who has shown me patience, who has walked into my home-office on more than one occasion and wrapped his arms around me silently – knowing I’ve been stressed and feeling like I’m not balancing things the way I should. From my friends who have taken the time out of their busy lives to offer their help, input, and expertise. From my mother who has spent hours talking to me online and being a sounding board for ideas.
So often we see these small (or large) actions as just something people do, maybe ’cause it’s just something we do for those we love. But it’s a lot more than that, and not something to be taken for granted. If you’ve read this far do one more thing, will ya? Take a moment and think about some of the people you love and some who love you. Realize how fortunate you are, and maybe do something about it!