feel love more often, make love more often, show love more often

Sigh. Feel love? I feel nothing. A cold, empty shell that had all the blood wept out of it. Make love? My body hardly responds to the touch of another being, let alone love. Show love? ... There is nothing to show, nothing to give. I am iced over.

I feel love all the time. Whats it called when you just love everyone? philanthropist? ...I’m one of those. This is good for my non-judgemental goal. Pity I can’t get the “make love more often” part down though :-) ...but thats what goals are for right?

but i’m cautious and suspicious (and a little shy) so it’s hard for me to let go and be open and show how much i love him all the time…i’m afraid to love him too much…so i just pretend like i don’t…he knows i love him but i could tell him more..or show him more…

that showing love just isn’t as rewarding and worth it if it isn’t equally reciprocated.

when it gets to that point when you start pushing people away for no reason. well, im on my way there, and need help getting back.

look at the luscious follower group of this goal of mine…

amazing – 4 hot chicks and 1 guy who looks like a hot chick.

This is a time of year that I usually dread, but over the past few years I have grown to accept the fact that I love to be around family. I love learning about other people’s lives whom I care about, and conversely sharing about my own life. It is definitly a time when I show more love than I usually do, and is one step towards doing this on a daily basis.

The Beatles said it best
All you need is Love, Love, Love!

invigorating. uplifting. elevating. elating.

sharing.

the call was inspired by my wonderful acupuncture therapist, who always provokes interesting conversations while i lie immobilized by a network of needles strategically placed all over my body.

the first man i loved – we fought a lot even though we were in love and quite crazy about each other… now we get along famously, crack each other up all the time, to the extent that i have to bend behind my desk to hide my hardly effective effort to thwart uncontrollable laughter.

he’s one of those people i feel affection for in my life; we spent a good chunk of our 20-s together; we went to heaven, then hell, heaven and hell again… i feel there’s a lot of mature love in our interactions now, 10 years later.

i wish things could evolve faster in human lives.