I wear my heart on my sleeve.
It may not seem to be there at first, for it takes some time to see, but once you see it, it’s there in plain sight…no hiding, no holding back. At the end of the day, when I love, I love with all my heart. I give it my all Whether its a thing, a person, an idea, a hobby…whatever it is, I care completely. Unconditionally. Blindly. I care and love till that’s all that’s left.
A.A. Milne once wrote “Some people care too much. I think it’s called love”. I have come to realize, however, that caring too much and wearing your heart on your sleeve isn’t always good because it can hurt. It can wear you out. It can bleed you dry. That isn’t love, right? When all that is there that you can think of and focus on and just want is that, and forgo everything else, that isn’t love. That’s just crazy. Take my yoga practice for example. Today I forced myself to take a day off because I have put off many, many things I need to do because of my love for my practice. Perhaps that no longer is love, right?
Taking time away, creating space, and not wearing my heart on my sleeve and giving way too much…maybe that’s what love is.
And so with that realization, it dawned on me that I really do not need to care too much to really love. Or more so, I should really not get attached to my perceptions of how to love. All I really need to do is love better.