I am not sure if I was born without the ability to like, or if it is something that my heart thought about and decided against it. This may make me sound standoffish, but it's not that at all.
I love....I don't know how to like. I love...with my entire being....
I love my children,
I love Scott,
I love sunrises, sunsets and Sundays. I love shopping, spending time with friends, cooking and red wine.
There isn't a lot of grey in my life (not even in my closet!!!) because it's all so black and white for me.
Which of course makes me a romantic... I believe in soul mates. I really do. I believe in happy endings and almost anything sentimental will make me tear up.
When bad things happen in the world I get a physical pain in my heart, an actual pain. And there are times when I just feel empty.
I don't see things the way most people see things. This can get confusing and frustrating, for me and for the person who is trying to deal with me. School was
So I stuck my head in the sand...a fine place to be. But as I get older I am learning to embrace who I really am. Seeing the world from a different view allows me to gain a different perspective. It is given me the experience to be able to teach my children how it's more than okay to be different.
Does anyone else feel like this? Are you grasping it and loving it? Pretty amazing isnt' it?