I like to say that I’m someone who likes to love. I like to profess, or is it confess, to having a big heart. To being mushy and a softie. To saying “I love you” to friends who probably would never consider saying “I love you” to friends.
I like to love the people around me, and to actively love the people I love. Ask my immediate family – I’m a hugger, a snuggler, a hand-holder, and, as my son would probably say, a too-often kisser.
I like to love.
I heard the concept today of loving fearlessly. I liked that. I like the idea of making myself vulnerable, of smiling at strangers, of giving myself and of myself. I like the idea of opening up and fearlessly loving the people I love.
I also like the idea of loving fiercely. Of putting love for others first in my to-do list (well, maybe right after love for myself). Of challenging myself to “shower the people I love with love, and show them the way that I feel.” I think of a lioness fiercely loving and protecting her cubs. Or of me fiercely loving my kids.
Now, I’m fully aware that others may not want as much love, or at least as much outward love, as I do. But I’ve been told that “what the world needs now is love sweet love…” and I intend to give that.
I intend to love fiercely – with all my strength and heart, even, or especially, when I don’t want to. When I’d rather be cranky or mad. When I’m tired and frustrated.
I intend to give of myself, and to give gratitude, fearlessly and fiercely.
You can call me on it.
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