Since my world became a mix of Portuguese and English the word “love” became such a divider of waters.
My friends from the U.S. love coke just like they loooved me.
And in brazil my community has a strenuous vocabulary for likes and dislikes before ever using “the L word”.
It’s a humorous conundrum.
This week, I found myself writing this blog you are about to read, and noticed how this L word has acquired a loose meaning in my own day to day vocabulary.
So, as you read my next humble lines, do note that I use the L term loosely.
Love in this blog means admiration, longing, cherish…
Enjoy
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I fall in love just a little bit love every month with someone new [Someone New – Hozier]
Every month.
A teenager that challenges me to watch my actions in order to be the best example I can
A community that reflects growth
A child that steals my heart
A couple that shows me what I want my future to look like
A host that inspires how a selfless life looks like
A woman who displays the power of vulnerability
An organization who has flourished
Every month
I fall in love, with someone new.
The reality is that I said goodbye to most of them, and not “see you later”
And believe it or not, it gets old.
Every month
There has to be a quick turn around
Leave those behind, so I can better serve those ahead
There is no time for pondering
There is the need for excellence
Every month
I find how comfortable I am with goodbyes and with relocating
And every month I find myself longing for a place to call home
Every month
I remember goodbyes will never leave my life
And every month I ponder the idea of “see you later”
Hoping for a sign of “what to do next”
Every month I fall in love
Every month I say goodbye
Every month I get older
Every month…
Every month…
Every month…
