At work last night, the guy on the other side of the bar and I started our conversation about squirrels. By the time he left, we had covered everything from aliens to motor cross, past lives, family, travel, and the meaning of life. It was a rollercoaster ride for sure. The conversation ended on the two things that are our points of origin in motivation of everything.
Why do we do anything? Is it out of love? Or is it out of fear? When we make love be our reason for being, the core of everything we are, fear has no place. But when we allow fear a place, it is pervasive and can infect everything.
I love so much that this topic came up because it has a fundamental spot in my new novel, and conversations sharpen my ideas.
In H news.... there's been sexy time talk the last few nights. He's in Texas I think with Taylor, so they're just training so he drinks every night.- and then texts me. I'm worried about who he's becoming. He's just so unhappy.
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