I Wear My Heart on My Sleeve, and my sleeves are long

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This is my first blog of 2011. I started this year out not by making resolutions, but by revisiting who I am.  I am a woman, a mother, a soldier, a lover, and a fighter.  I have been through many things, but we can all say that.  So I started looking deeper to attempt to see what others see in me.  I discovered that I most definitely wear my heart on my sleeve.  You will always be able to tell my mood just by looking at my face.  I am driven by emotion and hold it very close.  Once the emotional bond is gone, the relationship is done. I am a passionate person, and pour love into what I do.  My decisions are typically based on emotion rather than logic.  I know this may not be so smart, but it is me. I feel that without love there is no life.  Love for me is the thread that holds us together.  It's what gets us through tough times and it is strong. Love stands alone and the bond it forms can only be broken by those that hold it, not by outside influences. I love hard, but damn it I love good!  I will give you the clothes off my back, or my last dollar, or the extra juicy steak I just slaved over if I loved you. Emotional attachments play a large role in my life.  So large that sometimes fantasy becomes reality and vise versa. In my ideal world, everyone would  love this hard, but in a real world we can't.  If we were all a bunch of saps like me....what would this world look like?  In this new year, I  intend to confront and display my emotions.  I intend to ensure that those around me understand how deep they run and I'm going to ask for some love in return. If all else fails, I Love me. My daughter loves me. My husband loves me. Most importantly, GOD loves me. Until next time.....spread some love

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