I'm full of fleeting ideas and wonderous passions. I get a thought and I can't help but dive head first into it. I attack this issue as I'm diving head first into something new and those who know me best know that it's not all that shocking.
Over the past five years, I've lived in five places, I've had four jobs, I've also attended four colleges, started and stopped a rescue, changed my major and then changed it back again, made friends and lost friends, started relationships and ended them, purchased a car, a bed, a dog...and all the while I've been loved by someone who I never thought it possible.
He reminds me that I'm still working on my footing and maybe I'll always be - that's ok. He reminds me that I'm innately me. He loves me at my craziest.
Have you ever loved someone like that? Have you ever really given someone your all?
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I finally picked out a paint. I write this with tears in my eyes. I've been avoiding painting this one wall for a variety of reasons. Mind you I moved in here nearly two months ago and I've hung picture on the wall, but I simply refused the idea of painting it. My reasons? Number one: colors are emotions to me and I'm scared of those. Number two: painting my wall is a really big stance for me to take. It means that I'm really here and I'm here firmly.
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A theory of Jacobean men:
Guys are afraid of women who are "too passionate." If a woman is extremely into sex with their boyfriend/husband it scares the man. The idea is that if she is that sexual with him and he is unable to fulfill her, she will inevitably go elsewhere.
Just for the record, this theory is entirely inaccurate!! A woman is passionate for one man isn't necessarily going to be passionate for another - it's all about chemistry, love and connection!
