So many of us live our lives like they are consolation prizes. Like they are placeholders for the real thing. And that seems to be getting more and more obvious to me the more people I meet and treat. And so I wanted to do some deep exploration into myself to see if I am …
And as a lover of love I do as much as I can to foster love everywhere I go. (Except when I’m in the throws of road rage, waiting too long in an unnecessary line, or on hold, or at the bank, or any other thing that activates my not-so-loving-in-this-moment alarm.) What? I also believe …
