Just like that, I’m back to my happy bubble where joy is the norm. It’s that easy.
I’m beginning to realize that there is a difference between adrenaline and Love. Adrenaline pumps hard for a short period of time and leaves me bored, tired, and unfulfilled. Not so in Love. My heart may have power surges, but it’s a constant underlying rhythm that’s dependable and true and never ever depletes me, but keeps me on a steady stream of happy juice fit for a princess in glass shoes.
The consistency is always surprising, but that’s the biggest turn-on of all.
Expect nothing, and watch the Universe lay the whole damn world at your feet.