L is for Love

from Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies

Many recent conversations, about many different things, have come around to the one theme...  and that's today's L:  Love.

But it's not the love for your spouse, or your partner, or the one who broke your heart.  Nor the love for your child/ren or your parents or sisters/brothers/cousins/aunts/uncles/nephews/nieces... 

Nor the melting you feel for your puppy/kitten (no matter how old they are), or the goldfish/rabbits/guinea pigs/gerbils/hampsters/ferrets.  Or your best friend for whom you would go to any length, any time, without a second thought.  

I'm not even talking about loving The Beatles/Stones/Chisels/Bay City Rollers/One Direction (see how hip I can be, young reader?) or your favourite sports team, for whom you will line up for tickets, spend your hard earned pay and shout (in a good way).

Put away your spanking new gadget because I'm not referring to that either.  Or your car, new or vintage. (I know you rely on it to take you everywhere and you think it defines you...but it doesn't.)

The love I am talking about is what you have with yourself: the longest and most important relationship you will know in your life.  And probably the one most of us give the least amount of attention to because we are so intently focused on all the other things sent to distract us.

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So stop, take a breath and be as kind and understanding of yourself as you can be. After all, if you can't be nice to you, how can you expect anyone else to be?

Love

Sophia