That's what I keep doing when I sit down to write. What is my issue? What- just because I'm not into the mommy shenanigans as much I feel like I can't blog anymore? As if my thoughts on life, love, and the pursuit of a psych degree aren't worthy of being heard? My emotional roller coaster ride needs to let me off now, please and thank you.
Depression...kindly go back into your hole!
Panic attacks....do us all a favor and stay away...far, far away...
Oh and this bipolar disorder business, you can go suck it!
There! I feel somewhat better having gotten that off of my chest or shoulders, whichever you prefer. Aside from the craziness that resides in my brain, my life is good, really, really good. I have love, how many people can raise their hand and jump up and down for that? **Ohhh me, me, me!! I can! I can! I can! insert jumping up and down**
Recently had a discussion about love with my love (that's lots of love in that sentence), he stated that love isn't always enough when it comes to the rest of the world, for us it is, but as he mildly puts it..it doesn't pay the bills. If everyone had love, real true love, bot pseudo/crazy unrealistic expectations type love, then it is my belief that the world would be a much better place, people would ultimately be happier and thus would be more productive. Now, I could be wrong about that, but it just seems that when people are really truly happy abundance seems to follow.
There is a flip-side to that though, the criminals that steal seem to have abundance and no happiness. Money doesn't equate happiness, nor does love equate to money, they are two totally separate things. Maybe I'm looking at it from a state of mind perspective. But then again just thinking in a positive manner doesn't always equate money to pay bills either. So, how do I or you, reconcile between the two? Can you have both or is it one over the other?
Can love be enough? The forever optimist inside me says yes! Love is always enough and it's what life is about and what connects us all. So, with that thought free floating, I will stop being annoyed with myself, commit to writing more than once every two months, and go spend the rest of this day with my one true love.
