I used to hate using the word ‘love’ liberally. I just thought that it was something to be used with restraint, for special and sacred occasions. I am now realizing, however, that I shouldn’t hold my heart back. There just isn’t enough time for me to not fall in love with my life; so I love this food, love that book, love this place, love this person, love that song, and love that moment. Because all we have is now, and I would rather have each second bursting with meaning and love rather than spend my moments being afraid, mediocre, or boring. The world could use more love anyway.















