Baby, you take my sleep away
The thing about work and romance
Confession time. Which one have you said to someone?
You take my breath away? You make me go insane? I’m dying for you?
Tell me!
Yesterday, I said, “you take my sleep away” because I stayed awake, way past my bedtime (which I hardly ever do) to talk with a dear friend over the phone and just laugh.
And it reminded me of how far we might be willing to go when we really love, care, and show up with intent. Time passes, and resources with it but it doesn't matter.
Maybe we should only do the things we love…?
Love what you do… or do what you love?
Love is an emotion and it is measured in words spoken, care given, times present, sacrifices, and effort made but love can also be a decision and the metrics are the same.
Matter of fact, we have learned that decisions trigger emotions and if you’re currently not able to do what you love, loving what you do might be a start… you can still make a ruckus!
My bedtime is there to help me get up early to do the things I care about but I override it to talk to someone I care about and still got up on time to do the things I care about, like writing about life as I see it and some genius stuff. I guess sleep is the love-starved guy. I’ll figure that out but here’s the point…
Love is a factor, in making things work — our dreams, jobs, family, relationships, the planet (which needs saving)! and it’s not hard to spot, when present.
A little more love can go a long way, and it’s can be a decision, if you want.
