T is for 'The Thousandth Time'

For many of us,

We’ve been on cloudy nine

This whole valentine weekend!

That’s how life is supposed to feel.

Of course there’ll always be some tension now and then,

But there’ll always be a path back to this, if we try.

So, do you care enough

To retrace this path thousands of times?

And not just on Valentine Day?

You see...the joys of now and the future

Rest squarely on this promise - not to our loved ones - but to ourselves.

If we can promise ourselves

That we’ll always look for the path

Back to this weekend, over and over again,

For a thousand times and more,

Then we shall have signed our epitaph

In the most beautiful calligraphy.

And if, for some reason, this weekend didn’t turn out

As well as you had hoped,

Don’t worry.

Give it a shrug and try again. You still have 999 chances left!

Allow me to pen off with this lovely quote:

“Love, I’m sure, is not in short supply.

We are abundantly loving creatures.

But we withhold it. For fear of vulnerability,

Rejection, holding up some staid and unadventurous idea of propriety.

Today, let’s risk it.

Love a stranger.

Love the stranger parts of ourselves.

With sis boom bah’s. Or quiet as moonlight.

But love. Without restraint.

Of all the regrets I have,

Loving too much will never be one of them.”

*Quote by Caitie Whelan of Lighting Notes.