I’ve wondered why I feel anxious - why time slips through me, why I rush to hold onto it only to miss it entirely.
But maybe it’s not anxiety. Maybe it’s just love - so much of it, I’m afraid I won’t have enough time to feel it all.
To give it all:
to the right people,
in the right ways,
at the right times.
Sometimes I worry I’ll leave this life with love still inside me, unexpressed.
And yet…I know the truth:
the well is endless.
Love is not something I can run out of.
It is a choice I make.
A feeling I lean into.
So the goal shifts.
from trying to give all of it,
to simply sharing it as often as I can.
Letting it refill through the love I give myself.
Threading it into everything:
every conversation, look, smile, action, and word.
I’ll weave it into the energy of my day, coating my world not in the fear of “never enough,” but the intention of “right on time”.
Dipping into the well, letting it fill my fingers, soak into my skin, and reach the people it’s meant for.
No.
I don’t have anxiety.
I have love.
And you do too.
Big love,
A