Every story is a love story.
It might be a traditional love story where two people fall in love. But there are also love stories about dogs (Old Yeller), hometowns (A Confederacy of Dunces), baseball players (The Natural), and food (Fried Butter by Abe Opincar. I highly recommend it).
And there are the stories we tell. Our words weave the story of what we love.
I’m no spring chicken—I loved being young
I always attract the wrong sort of person–I love being a victim
Everyone else is a horrible driver—I love feeling superior
It’s too hot/cold/humid/dry—I love complaining
We attract what we generate. The Universe can only multiply the energy we put out.
Our relationships also mirror our relationship with ourselves.
To experience affection, we should give it from a place of authenticity.
If we would like others to honor us, we need to honor ourselves first.
Watch the stories you tell—to yourself and to others. Take a moment this week to examine your current relationship with yourself and those with others.
And remember: Baby steps.
Snuggle with a pet. Volunteer doing something you enjoy. Send someone a note telling him or her how much you appreciate their friendship. Hell, send yourself a love note.
Can you release fear?
Take a risk.
Dare to love first.