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Questions I’d Like to Ask Future Me

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What was your career like?

Did you ever figure out what you wanted to do, and if so, did you do it? How important did the money end up being, did you take dreams over paychecks and struggle to follow your passion? Did you create something you loved? Did you work with integrity and honesty and drive? Were you a good mentor, and did you remember to give back to the people who looked up to you? Did anyone look up to you?

Did you take risks?

Did you ever climb that mountain? Did you eat the dessert whenever you wanted to? Did you see the movies you wanted to see? Which books were your favorites? What was your favorite ritual, your alone time, your just-for-myself thing? Did you remember to put yourself first sometimes, not for the sake of being selfish, but for the sake of your own sanity?

Are there people who take care of you now?

Do you have kids? Did you ever decide whether or not you wanted to have kids, and if so, how did you know? Was it a light bulb moment or was it gradual? Did you see some little girl on the light rail one afternoon and realize the pang in your heart was real and telling you that you wanted kids after all? Did you know you were ready or were you scared the whole way? And what were their names? What are they like? Are you proud of them? You must be proud of them, I imagine, the way most parents are proud of their kids, should be proud of their kids. Do they look like you? Do they love you? Were you a good mother? Do they think you were a good mother?

And if you didn’t have kids, how’d you decide? How’d you know they weren’t for you? Was there backlash when you made that choice? Was it even your choice?

Did you travel the world?

Did you explore your city as often as you could? Did you ever move back home? Or was homesickness just a comfortable constant? Was it just a small memento, and a reminder of your roots?

How did you meet the love of your life?

Did you ever have one? Or were there many, and if there were, did one stand out? How did they act? What were they like? What did they do, how did they take their coffee, and did they prefer pancakes or bacon and eggs? What color were their eyes and did you feel safe in their arms? How and when did you know that you loved them? Who said it first?

And if it ended, how did it end? Was it violent and bitter, or two friends saying one last good bye? I hope it was the latter.

Do you regret anything?

What do you regret? And if you do, do your regrets outweigh your good memories?

I hope they don’t. I hope the good far outweighs the bad.

And most of all, were you happy?

Maybe not all the time, because that’s the impossible goal, but overall, were you happy? Are you happy now? Did the things you did and the places you saw and the people you loved… did all those things bring you joy and give you meaning and fuel your drive and determination to make the world a better place?

But I guess that last answer lies in me. Current me. Present day. Right here and now.


Because the things you do now, and the people you love, and the dreams you chase determine whether or not you feel fulfilled in this moment. The risks you take build up to larger rewards, and the things you choose not to do in the here and now determine your biggest regrets.

So chase after what you love now.

And take your risks and leap off those cliffs and book those tickets to that new city and read as much as you can and love as hard as it is humanly possible.

Make the answers you’ll give when you’re older the best they can possibly be.

The Heart of the Matter

 

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I was recently asked by someone if I had ever been in love. When I was forced to admit my honest answer, no, it made me think.

Granted this conversation was after one three glasses of wine, and Moscato has a sneaky way of making me get just all of the philosophical. I once had a two-hour conversation about the deeper meaning and lessons behind the Monty Python films. Hint: it involved a lot of me talking in a terrible British accent and Spam. I wish I was joking.

I’ve been on this beautiful Earth for almost 30 years now, and I’ve had many incredible life experiences, but what this particular person made me realize was that I’ve never really experienced the feeling of “being in love.”

Sure there was Kody Kremsreiter, my first “love.” We were both five, lived across the street from one another and both had the same obsession with Saturday morning cartoons, The Berenstain Bears and chicken nuggets. In 5th grade, it was Jason Kopp. He shared his War Heads with me on the playground and always picked me first when playing kickball in gym class. Guys, if that isn’t the making of true love, I don’t know what is.

I’d like to say that my dating style improved as I got older, but that was not the case.  My middle name is awkward (actually, it’s Joe, but potato poe-tah-toe) and I never aced the whole flirting thing. I still haven’t tbh. I never really had a steady boyfriend. Sure, there were guys who I dated in high school and college and even within the last few years, guys who definitely gave me the butterflies, who I would stay up late talking to on the phone eliciting all the nervous laughs and palm sweats, guys who I thought were “the one.”

But the truth is, I’ve never had that deep down, feel-it-in-your-toes, over the moon, head-over-heels, soul-gripping and down right amazing love feeling. This isn’t to say that these guys weren’t wonderful people. They were incredible! Funny, kind, smart and big-hearted. This also is in no way a rumination seeking sympathy, and it isn’t to reflect on some kind of deprivation. My life has been anything but deprived. In fact, this is just the opposite. It’s the appreciation of how full of love my life has been.

I think what my friend was asking was if I had ever experienced that stereotypical romantic love, the kind of love that makes you reminisce over who said “I love you” first, the kind of love you hear about from grandparents who’ve sustained their relationship for over 50 years, the kind of love that makes you cross continents just to be with someone. No, I’ve never personally been in this kind of love…yet. But just because I’ve never been in love, doesn’t mean I haven’t been surrounded by it.

And when I say I’m surrounded by love, I’m not necessarily referring to seeing friends getting engaged, or sending my parents an anniversary card every year (HI MOM AND DAD!!!). I’m referring to the non-stereotypical, unromantic, and yet completely unconditional love that has helped to make my life complete. I’ve never said those three magic words, “I love you” to an SO, but I have said them to people who I do in fact love, and I think those three words hold just as much meaning whether they’re said romantically or not.

I know without a doubt that this romantic love is indescribably fantastic–I’ve seen it in my grandparents, in my parents, in the relationships that my friends and other family members have.  I’m sure that there are others who are both younger and older than me who have never truly had it, but that doesn’t make their life any less complete than those who have. Don’t assume that the absence of romantic love makes the presence of loneliness that much more apparent. I don’t feel empty because I’ve never loved someone romantically, I feel grateful because I have been lucky enough to have loved and be loved in so many other ways.

When romantic love has let me down, unromantic love has been there to pick me up. When a friend understands you better than you understand yourself, that’s love. When a parent endlessly supports your passions even when you question them, that’s love. When your sibling consoles your broken heart even if theirs is hurting too, that’s love. When your dog or cat rushes over to you, tail wagging after a long day, knowing just how to cheer you up with a sloppy lick of the face, that’s love. Y’all, my life is full of love, and while it may not be romantic, it’s whole.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t incredibly excited to feel those feels one day. I think anyone would be. Being in love is an amazing thing, it’s one of the things that drives us all.

But until that happens, I will cherish the love I do have in all the different ways it presents itself. 🙂

The it’s and the is’s

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The heart’s vulnerability.

It’s saying I love you.

It’s making the first move.

It’s being the first to say I’m sorry.

 

It’s the hard conversations,

the pauses between words,

it’s putting our hearts back out to mend after the hurt.

 

It’s taking chances,

leaning into the unknown,

the investment without knowing the return.

 

It’s accepting the fear but doing it anyway.

It’s the learning, the growing, the yes’s and the no’s.

It’s about dreaming big, dreaming hard and dreaming often.

 

It’s the laughs,

the smiles,

the late-night conversations that turn into early morning memories.

 

It’s the it’s and the is’s which life is all about.

It’s realizing that life is blemished,

broken at times

then glued back together.

Yet while imperfect,

it’s still earth-shatteringly beautiful.

 

Life….

is love.

And love…

is you.

 

 

Project Restoration Love

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Last night I decided to make a pit stop at Tarjay after work to pick up some milk (and all of aisles 4-7) when I noticed something that gave me all the feels; an elderly couple were so sweetly walking hand-in-hand through the store.

The man, an older gentleman (and straight-up silver fox if I do say so myself), grabbed his wife, an equally stunningly beautiful woman donned in all black, by the waist. As they stopped to admire some decoration pillows (which I may or may not have purchased myself, oops.—Damn you, Target! Why can I never just buy the milk?!), they gazed adoringly into each other’s eyes, smiled satisfied smiles and kissed on the lips — not an obnoxious kiss or a classless kiss, but an enduring and adoring kiss.

Upon seeing that, a weird thing happened, somewhat jaded Wendi became a little less jaded.

Don’t get me wrong. She’s still on the somewhat jaded scale; after all, one’s heart does tend to get a bit guarded after getting tossed and turned and thrown around all willy-nilly like (and not just once, but on the repeat for past two years). But she found herself smiling along with that oh for cute couple.

I looked at them and thought to myself, they’ve got some really good taste in home décor. Well, that and it’s those things that make me fall in love with love all over again.

I’m in love with love. And I know a lot of people say that, but I actually mean it. I am a hopeless romantic right to the bone, as much as I hate to admit it sometimes. The thing with hopeless romantics, though, is that they love too hard and upset too easily. Their hearts are a little more fragile than others.

Everyone, hopeless romantic or not, starts off as blank slates. As humans, we naturally like to see the best in people, so we enter the dating world giving A+’s to all the people we encounter. And as they begin to disappoint us, hurt us, we begin to subtract points from their perfect score.

For this reason, it’s easy to go from hopeless romantic to complete cynic, but it’s incredibly difficult to transform from complete cynic back to hopeless romantic.

Somehow, though, I did. I made the switch for the better. My ticker is still on the mend from being broken, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the good in all those little moments.

Here are just some of those little things that help restore my faith in love:

1. When I watch an old couple shoot the sh*t like it’s 1999.

The old couple who sits in the same booth of the same old cafe every weekend and shares the same banana split with the same old toppings is #RelationshipGoals.

Seeing them can’t help but warm my heart.


2. When the token tough guy melts like silly putty in a woman’s hands.

There’s only one thing that turns the tough guy into a wondrous, sensitive, caring individual (and no, it’s not the gym): love.

A true, compassionate, selfless bond with a woman who is the tough guy’s world is the only thing that will break down his walls, and that’s an incredible thing.


3. That time I had a crush on someone at the new job I just started.

I walked into work expecting a whole new set of tasks, not a whole new set of man candy. Little did I know that my broken heart would be revived with just one look at that cute office guy.

I didn’t act on it, but it’s the principle that matters. There are still smart, cute nice guys out in the world.


4. When I see a couple who is mismatched looks-wise.

When the guy is significantly hotter than the girl or the girl is significantly hotter than the guy, I know they’re together because there’s something there stronger than the powers of physical attraction. That thing is love in its realest, rawest form. #dawwww


5. When Taylor Swift actually started making sense to me.

I used to think T-Swift was foolish in believing in the fairytale. I used to think she sounded stupid amongst the honest, soul-bearing likes of X Ambassadors and Kings of Leon.

Ms. Swift is no longer sappy and misinformed. She is dead-on, y’all. Dead. On. Plus her tunes are just so damn catchy.


6. Airport hellos and goodbyes.

There are hardly any places more romantic than an airport. You’re probably wondering how bad fluorescent lighting, over-priced cheeseburgers, crying babies, and just so much black luggage can be romantic. But hear me out.

*Just watch this clip from one of  favorite movies in the history of ever and tell me you don’t get the goosepimples.

Two people previously separated by long plane rides and vast oceans make their way back to each other and love each other even more than they did before. Distance made their hearts remember why life is worth living — for love.


7. When I see a guy take his coat off and put it around a woman’s shoulders.

Or when a guy opens the gal’s card door. Or pulls out her seat at the dinner table. These are just small reminders of big importance: Chivalry is not dead, and romance is alive and well. Putting a coat on a woman’s shoulders is such a little thing, but it’s also so wonderfully sincere that it speaks volumes.


8. When I see a guy sitting alone at the mall

…Because I know he’s there with his girlfriend, and all he wants is to be anywhere but there, preferably at a sport’s bar drinking a beer and yelling at the refs on TV. But he chooses to be with her, because he just loves her AF.


9. When I see the look that one of my best girlfriends gives to her boyfriend.

That look is everything. That look is the look of all looks. It’s the look we envy. It’s the look that signals it’s “meant to be.”


10. When I make my morning coffee at work and a man makes a comment about my affinity for everything pumpkin spice.

He isn’t asking me out on a date, but he’s letting me know he’s open to meeting new people. And there are few things more refreshing than seeing a man in a big city take a few small moments to let a woman know he isn’t that busy.


11. When I hear a story about how people’s parents met.

In a land sans dating apps, hearing stories of organic romance enlivens my soul and brightens my heart. Fun fact: my parents met on a Coors brewery tour, right here in Colorado almost 30 years ago. And tbh, at first my mom wanted nothing to do with this strange guy wearing the Packer’s baseball cap who kept making terrible dad jokes (ahhh…that’s where I get it from). It just goes to show that sometimes, things are just meant to happen at the exact moment between the right people.


12. When I see a couple at the pet store, and they consider getting a pet.

They’re thinking about expanding their family. They’re not making a tiny human, but they are taking baby steps toward their future — and there’s nothing more romantic than forward thinking.


13. When someone told me I’m “growing into my own, and it’s sexy.”

I’d like to be clear that a woman, not a man, told me this. My former boss, actually, who was not only an incredible leader, but a friend, daughter, wife and mother.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: What could a woman complimenting you on your personal growth have anything to do with believing in love again?

Well, I guess it’s an indirect path to finding love. It’s a flicker of hope — that if I’m well on my way to being my best self, then I’m also well on my way to finding the best person for me.

I haven’t found love, though I’d love to. Some day. But even so, it helps to know that until then, I’ve got something to look forward to.

The 5 People You Fall in Love With in Your 20’s

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Love is a weird thing, guys. Amazing and ridiculous and awful and incredible and confusing as hell and just.so.damn.weird. And, as you grow older, it doesn’t stop getting any weirder or more complex. The love you felt for friends and first romances in high school shifts to a different kind of love in college, which shifts again as you enter adulthood. And each time you fall in love, it will be different, too — you are, after all, the only thing that stays the same in each relationship you enter, no matter how much you think you have a “type” or that you’re doomed to repeat the same relationship over and over again.

When you’re in your 20s, though, there’s a lot that flies up in the air all at once — you’re juggling a job and debt and a social life and trying to figure out who you are, now more than ever, and some things feel like they slip through the cracks here and there. Relationships sometimes seem like more trouble than they’re worth unless you’re in them (and sometimes even then, on the bad days), but that doesn’t mean that you won’t fall in love. You can try, to avoid it, but it’ll happen. You can’t outrun falling in love, even with those spiffy new Asics on. It’s inevitable.

And whatever the outcome — heartbreak or happiness, forever, or just that momentary second — it’ll teach you something about yourself, and about what you do and don’t want in your life. Because you need love, and you need it in multiple forms. But what does it mean to love, when you can barely juggle your apartment and your student loans and everything else in between? And who do you choose to love? Do you even choose at all? (After all, sometimes it’s the love that finds you.) But those are different questions for a different day.

Here are five people who you probably, more likely than not, perhaps, maybe, for surely will fall in love with at some point in your 20s.

1. A complete stranger.
It’ll be the cute guy with the perfect hair you see on the bus, or the girl whose carefully-edited Instagram lures you into thinking you really know who she is, or the sales rep who you swear always flirts with you when they make the rounds to your office. It could be anyone — someone whose coffee you accidentally grabbed for at the shop, someone who interacted with a tweet once, someone who you saw in a restaurant and imagined a whole future with in five seconds — only as long as you keep them at a distance. This is crucial. You might never see them again, or you might see them under the circumstances that you cannot make a move to be something more. But you will unload all your craziest fantasies onto them without their ever knowing, both because it is less of a burden for you to carry — all of these goals and no one to share them with, turns into all these goals with a make-believe someone else — and because it is less of a risk. You never have to put your heart on the line. You can love from afar. And even unreciprocated love is real. But it is not sustainable, and you will have to give them back their stranger status eventually, even if you felt like you knew them inside and out. You never did. They were never yours to know. Your idea of them was the only thing you had a right to love.

2. Someone who could have been.
This can happen frequently now that we live in a world where our memories are preserved forever online. You’ll see someone’s name pop up on Facebook, or in a throwback photo or at a reunion, and you’ll wonder. What could have gone differently? What would you have to do differently to keep them in your life, to keep the relationship going, or to have a relationship at all? And when your 20s are a crazy whirlwind of ups and downs, it seems like a great escape to revert back to your past, and what was once familiar and safe. This is not where you grow, however. Sure, sometimes you realize someone’s been under your nose the whole time, but not always. Life isn’t a Hollywood rom-com, and often, people were left in your past for a reason. Playing a game of could-have-been is an endless freefall. See what lies ahead. You know what could have been, but you don’t know yet what could be. And that surprise is magical.

3. Someone who could give you everything.
You will fall in love with them in the abstract way — that you love the idea of who they are, of where they’ve been and what they’ve achieved — because you’ll either want to follow in their footsteps, or glean off their success. It’s natural to do the latter; in your 20s, you’re still young and starry-eyed despite your crappy walk-up, and moving in with a boyfriend or girlfriend who lives in an apartment with a doorman and a resident lounge seems like the way to beat the system. But beyond the material, you’ll also fall in love with a boss you really admire, or a mentor whose career you’d love to learn from, and you’ll realize that falling in love is not always romantic. Sometimes, it’s just fuel. Sometimes it helps remind you why you need to keep pushing to achieve your goals. Sometimes it’s just a sign that the path you’re on is the right one.

(Just don’t get inappropriately moon-eyed around your boss. Pretty sure that’s the definition of weird.)

4. Your best friend.
Your early adulthood is going to be cold and quiet and lonely at times, and you’re going to wonder how it is that people meet other people, and you’ll reach out and latch onto the few people who you already have in your life. You’ll never want to let go, and you don’t have to. Help each other move into crappy apartments and eat pizza on the floor before you unpack. Order one more round of shots at the bar even though you know you shouldn’t and you’re getting too old for this. Call each other and text each other and Gchat each other off the record and snapchat ugly faces and cling as tightly to one another as you possibly can. Learn what it’s like to worry about another person so unconditionally that you can tell they’re having a bad day just by the length of their texts, and that you swing by their apartment with NyQuil and your mom’s HBOgo password when they’re sick even though they live on the other side of town. Have people wonder if you’re actually in a real relationship, but know that this is the truest relationship either of you have ever been in (and that this is not a bad thing). We say best friends are forever in grade school, and we test these notions in college, but it’s in your 20s that you learn the true depth of being in love with your best friend.

5. Yourself.
At the very least, I really hope you do. Everyone deserves to know what it’s like to know that someone loves them just as they are in that moment. It doesn’t mean anything less — and sometimes, it even means more — if that person is you.

Love is a weird thing, guys. And as I have navigated these sometimes rocky and always surprising waters of my 20s, I’ve come to find out that you may have many kinds of love, love that comes in many forms and at very different times.  Each, however longlasting or fleeting, is there to teach you something, to show you something, to give you a new perspective, a story to tell, a feeling of hope.

Don’t worry if you have yet to find “your person”; it just means you’ve got a few more chapters to write (and a few more frog-princes to kiss).

xoxo

 

The Heart of the Matter

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I was recently asked by someone if I had ever been in love. When I was forced to admit my honest answer, no, it made me think.

Granted this conversation was after one three glasses of wine, and Moscato has a sneaky way of making me get just all of the philosophical. I once had a two-hour conversation about the deeper meaning and lessons behind the Monty Python films. Hint: it involved a lot of me talking in a terrible British accent and Spam. I wish I was joking.

I’ve been on this beautiful Earth for 28 years, and I’ve had many incredible life experiences, but what this particular person made me realize was that I’ve never really experienced the feeling of “being in love.”

Sure there was Kody Kremsreiter, my first “love.” We were both five, lived across the street from one another and both had the same obsession with Saturday morning cartoons, The Berenstain Bears, and chicken nuggets. In 5th grade, it was Jason Kopp. He shared his War Heads with me on the playground and always picked me first when playing kickball in gym class. Guys, if that isn’t the making of true love, I don’t know what is.

I’d like to say that my dating style improved as I got older, but that was not the case.  My middle name is awkward (actually, it’s Joe, but potato poe-tah-toe) and I never aced the whole flirting thing. I still haven’t tbh. I never really had a steady boyfriend. Sure, there were guys who I dated in high school and college and even within the last few years, guys who definitely gave me the butterflies, who I would stay up late talking to on the phone eliciting all the nervous laughs and palm sweats, guys who I thought were “the one.”

But the truth is, I’ve never had that deep down, feel-it-in-your-toes, over the moon, head-over-heels, soul-gripping and down right amazing love feeling. This isn’t to say that these guys weren’t wonderful people. They were incredible! Funny, kind, smart and big-hearted. This also is in no way a rumination seeking sympathy, and it isn’t to reflect on some kind of deprivation. My life has been anything but deprived. In fact, this is just the opposite. It’s the appreciation of how full of love my life has been.

I think what my friend was asking was if I had ever experienced that stereotypical romantic love, the kind of love that makes you reminisce over who said “I love you” first, the kind of love you hear about from grandparents who’ve sustained their relationship for over 50 years, the kind of love that makes you cross continents just to be with someone. No, I’ve never personally been in this kind of love…yet. But just because I’ve never been in love, doesn’t mean I haven’t been surrounded by it.

And when I say I’m surrounded by love, I’m not necessarily referring to seeing friends getting engaged, or sending my parents an anniversary card every year (HI MOM AND DAD!!!). I’m referring to the non-stereotypical, unromantic, and yet completely unconditional love that has helped to make my life complete. I’ve never said those three magic words, “I love you” to an SO, but I have said them to people who I do in fact love, and I think those three words hold just as much meaning whether they’re said romantically or not.

I know without a doubt that this romantic love is indescribably fantastic–I’ve seen it in my grandparents, in my parents, in the relationships that my friends and other family members have.  I’m sure that there are others who are both younger and older than me who have never truly had it, but that doesn’t make their life any less complete than those who have. Don’t assume that the absence of romantic love makes the presence of loneliness that much more apparent. I don’t feel empty because I’ve never loved someone romantically, I feel grateful because I have been lucky enough to have loved and be loved in so many other ways.

When romantic love has let me down, unromantic love has been there to pick me up. When a friend understands you better than you understand yourself, that’s love. When a parent endlessly supports your passions even when you question them, that’s love. When your sibling consoles your broken heart even if theirs is hurting too, that’s love. When your dog or cat rushes over to you, tail wagging after a long day, knowing just how to cheer you up with a sloppy lick of the face, that’s love. Y’all, my life is full of love, and while it may not be romantic, it’s whole.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t incredibly excited to feel those feels one day. I think anyone would be. Being in love is an amazing thing, it’s one of the things that drives us all.

But until that happens, I will cherish the love I do have in all the different ways it presents itself. 🙂

 

Love in Action

There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need to change your life, or you’re the one that will change theirs.

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This morning as I was walking to the coffee shop after a very sweaty workout, I got stopped by a flashing “Don’t Walk” sign at the crosswalk. As I went to grab my phone out of the black hole that is my gym bag to pass the time, something caught the attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked up from my Insta-ing to see that the little girl next to me had let go of her mother’s hand to give her teddy bear to a homeless person who was sitting on the ground beside us. The man’s eyes went from a look of sadness and defeat to pure heart-eye emoji in a matter of seconds.

My heart stopped as I thought to myself—this! This is love in action.

And what a great reminder that this little silly thing called love really is at the center of our lives. Underneath it all–age, skin color, clothing size, language, Google map location and football team choice (Packer, obvies), we’re all nothing but bundles of atoms and energy and molecules with the sole purpose on this planet to love others and be loved in return. We’re here to create and foster awesomely meaningful and ridiculously amazing connections and relationships with the community we share.

Here I was trying to be “connected” via my iPhone, when in all actuality I was disconnecting myself from the world around me. I think sometimes we turn to social media to fill a gap that we have IRL. We spend so much time trying to digitally capture every moment, every experience, that we miss out on what’s really going on around us. We’re so “connected” that is prevents us from being “connected”, if that makes any sense.

I did only get 6 hours of sleep last night so there is very good chance that what I’m saying is kerfuffle. 

My challenge to myself, and to you, is to take a moment away from social media, from all the Facebooks and Twitters and Intagrams and Snapchats, just a moment, and see what real connections you can make. Find love in your surroundings.

And if you can’t find it, create it.

The little girl who selflessly gave her teddy bear noticed something we all didn’t. While we were all busy focusing on our emails, our voicemails and text messages and Facebook statuses, she saw someone who looked like he could use a high-five, a hug, and a bit of sunshine. She took an opportunity to make a connection, to make someone’s day, to give them something to smile about.

Love in action.

You want to know something cool beans?

Love can be found in nearly everything we do.

No, really.

It can be found in someone opening a door for a stranger or in letting someone over in your lane on the highway. Love can be found in a smile, in a “thank you” and in the way you hold someone’s hand. Or maybe, it’s even the actual act of saying the words out loud, or written on paper.

Today, and everyday, let this little silly thing called love be the center, the connector, the driving force in everything that you do. You never know who you will meet.

How they will change your life, or how you will change theirs. 🙂

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