On Love

For a long time I've told myself over and over that I was just in a strange, brief phase of my life. But it refuses to go away, this odd little feeling that has hitched itself to me. This has been going on for about 3 1/2 years. Trying to be somewhat accurate, I had to think about that for a bit. Three and a half years? Really?!

I've never heard anyone express anything even close to what I've been experiencing. Almost every other thought, desire, feeling, wish I've ever had has been expressed by another. That always made me feel normal.

These days I find myself wondering if I'm a wee funny duck. You know, as in, I wonder if I'm a bit off my rocker.

For years now I've felt overwhelmingly that I am in love. That wouldn't be so odd if there was someone significant and special in my life. No. It's just me, my kids, my friends, my family in my life.

I don't mean just a nice, sweet kind of "in love" feeling. I feel so absolutely overwhelmed with an overabundance of love that despite my efforts to keep it under control, it spills out of me anyway. I feel so filled with love that I might explode a huge mess of love that gushes to all the corners of the world if another single drop is added to me.

Certainly, I have issues to manage as everyone does. This feeling of being in love just makes me know that everything will be all right.

It's the weirdest, most wonderful feeling. I haven't a clue how to deal with it. I haven't a clue if I should deal with it. Maybe I should just stop hoping I'm not going a bit insane and enjoy this peaceful, easy feeling. Could this be complete and true happiness, this feeling of being in love with the world?

Dear world, dear life ~

I love you. I really, really do. And if I am a little weird, what of it?

I throw up my arms and surrender to this sweet, crazy feeling of love.