Finding the little victories in everyday life.

I know you’re probably wondering why I’m writing this and to be honest, I’m not sure I’ve got it fully figured out. Writing and music bring me a lot of comfort and allow me to appreciate how far I’ve come. There are a lot of incredibly exciting things happening in my life and I’ve accomplished some insanely impressive shit (tooting my own horn), but in staying true to who I am and as open a book as I’ve always been, my love life is the one thing I still haven’t concurred in these (almost) 28 years.

Whether you’ve been a gold star, magical, fantastic partner in every relationship or the worst partner possible, everyone is a villain in someone’s story.

So… I’m in love and it’s a really good kind of love this time. The healthy, overly communicative, bumble bees fluttering in your stomach, heart racing, I’m in love with my best friend kind of love and my brain isn’t really sure what to do with this information.

Even Webster’s dictionary doesn’t have a single solid definition for the word love, so how do we all know what it is? If no one can agree on its definition, if no one really knows what it means for anyone but themselves, can it really be something we all experience similarly? How do we hold someone accountable for loving us or not when we don’t universally agree on what that means? Or is love something that’s experienced on a spectrum amongst a multitude of other emotions and love is the word we’re most comfortable, or in some cases most uncomfortable, using to validate or express whatever we’re feeling?