On perception/beliefs
and on being *in* love ❤️
It’s 5:21 am and I am on my way to the airport! How I got ready this morning: brushed teeth, wet down my hair, remembered to grab a bathing suit, and did 12 1-legged push ups in the kitchen.
As we were boarding the car we heard some people laughing and playing. Were they up all night partying (our first thought), or up early to watch the sunrise (our second and more wholesome/sweet thought)? There’s no way to truly know without being them, and what we chose to believe is always up to us.
I am holding G’s right hand with my left as he drives with his left and I type this post with my right. We are listening to hard rock. I am filling up on a few last minutes of touch, a love language for a reason, before I board a plane for a weekend getaway to visit my sister-of-choice. As he just got back from his getaway yesterday we are like ships passing in the night, our time chilling out yesterday was well spent. It may have looked like we did little from the outside looking in, but we did a lot of quality catching up and “being” together. He did not want me to lift a finger which gave my ankle the extra rest it’s been craving. Another love language - acts of service - powerful medicine.
May you fill up on all the ways love shows up, and may you find joy in the art of doing little-to-nothing and simply being. It’s good medicine. 🙏🏻🤍🙏🏻