Not only is my post late today, it’s not even about PR. Or clients. Or business. Or anything related to my job. Today, I am thinking about love.
It’s my son’s birthday. He shares the day with the Dalai Lama – which, if you knew this kid, would not be a surprise at all. We spent the day doing things he loves: making a smoothie, buying books, eating ice cream for lunch, lounging in the comfort of the air conditioning, reading books, and talking about the day he was born. He is old enough to ask deep questions and one thing he wanted to know is why moms have babies if it hurts. [I am always proud to admit that I was heavily medicated for all four deliveries.]
Love, I told him. That’s the reason why we have kids – or travel around the world to find the perfect one. People who are in love (men and women; women and women; men and men) are driven, by some beautiful gift from the universe, to want to create more love. It’s hard work. It hurts. But I did it all for love.
After he left to go play with his father and siblings, a friend delivered a gift that is really going to make my life better. I stood there all alone, feeling incredibly grateful and I thought about the love behind the generosity. Later, from walking through my gorgeous neighborhood to the super neat kid at Starbucks who remembers my name, I kept realizing that I am surrounded by love. Not the kissy-face kind, but the real deeply human kind.
I sat down to write something about the work that I love, but I could not find the words. I am truly snark-less today. I am lucky to have a career that I love, but all I can think about right now is the many ways that I love and am profoundly loved.
I feel uncomfortable talking about my personal life, but the Dalai Lama reminds us to:
“Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.”
So thank you for reading about the work that I love and for your loving support of my blog. May you be as blessed as I am.
All the best,