We all know the phrase, right? Love is patient, love is kind.

I’ve been having a hard time lately with the “patient” part, and you’d be surprised how much that affects the “kind” portion of it. If I’m not fully indulging both, am I still giving love?

Here’s a hard pill to swallow: no, I’m not still giving love.

the biggest part of loving someone is being able to say that you love them more than you love yourself, but still feel the difference in knowing that it isn’t because you hate yourself. But rather you are so secure in your own person that you’re now able to give away that patience, that kindness, and that love, in a way that won’t end up hurting you. No more than it should, at least.

I’ve been busy this past week or two unpacking more than just our new home together, but also our new growth and love in our relationship. And my own personal relationship with myself, my environment, and my friends. I’m learning to be patient. Truly, unconditionally patient. Because I have so much love in me, and I am just so tired of it coming out twisted.

I’m also patiently waiting for a callback from a few different jobs. Love will buy happiness but money has to pay my bills and I can only fully control one of those problems.

I know it’s been a long few days, so thank you for being patient with me on our little journeys. ❤ consider it good practice