My condolences to my local Denverites on the super-bowl outcome. Be strong, Bronco fans. Be strong.
The show we were going to last Friday got canceled on account of weather, which was a bummer, but at the same time good because Cory and I had decided the roads were too nasty to risk our lives on and had to cancel last-minute. In fact, we both took the day off entirely. And wow, did we need that day. This has probably been the most productive AND restful weekend that I’ve had in a very long time. We wrote, I drew, discovered Bastion, got our out-of-control phone bill under control, (after many hours of swearing at automated phone menus) and made plans for future world domination. Also got some high quality snuggling under heated blankets in. It would be hard to pick a high point, really.
Have you ever tried to express Love to somebody? I know that a lot of people equate love and pain, but I’ve never experienced what I would call actual love this way. I’ve experienced what people have called love, but was actually obligation and abuse, and that was painful. But what I’ve felt for Cory has always been an ever-increasing affection. I supposed there’s pain in that, or something close to the sensation, when my heart feels insufficient to contain that overwhelming fondness. Or when I’m gripped by the certainty that one day it will all end, and one of us will be left behind. But love that has respect and acceptance, support and honesty, that kind of love never seems to come with a pain that cannot be overcome. It challenges me to become a better person, and promises to assist in that struggle to grow.
I’m not sure why I’m suddenly waxing about love. I don’t mean to be a mushy romantic. It’s just been a good weekend, and I’ve really had a good time spending it with someone so dear to me. I hope that you have someone that makes you feel adored, and if not, that you keep reaching out until you find someone that does. Whether that be romantic love, or familial love, or the bonds of deep and abiding friendship. Or even the love you have for your own self. It’s good to be cherished. And everyone deserves to feel that.
How would you describe the feeling of love?