LOVE is subjective...

As Valentine's Day approaches I have been thinking a lot about the topic of LOVE. HE accuses me of not knowing how to love, how to commit, how to sacrifice...I stand here and admit that HE is right. I only know about those things in terms of platonic LOVE.

I move to a different state alone and apprehensive because I LOVE my education and the type of work that I do. I LOVE helping others reach goals and I LOVE the opportunities to meet new people and to grow from new experiences when you are forced only to depend on yourself and more importantly God.

I LOVE my friends and each of their unique personalities. I LOVE that they teach me how to accept others, to LOVE God, and how to be a friend back. I LOVE the laughs, the experiences, and the lessons I take from each of them. I LOVE the sense I get from them that I am not alone.

I value my family and I LOVE the fact that they taught me young to be independent and to learn to accept responsibility for choices. I LOVE the endless support I receive even when my crazy ideas seem short of realistic. I LOVE that they live their lives in ways that will ensure we will be together always.

I LOVE to travel to other countries and to learn about other cultures. I LOVE the food in Moracco. I LOVE the people in Ireland. I LOVE the rainforests of Costa Rica. I LOVE the gelatto in Italy. I LOVE the vineyards of France. I LOVE the coast of Spain. I LOVE the accent in Argentina. I LOVE the hospitality of Uruguay. I LOVE that I have been blessed with these opportunities and people to enjoy them with.

I LOVE life. I LOVE the smell of old books. I LOVE dew from my tent dripping on me when I camp. I LOVE sitting in the hot tub in the middle of January with my girlfriends and discussing our careers and script ideas. I LOVE the feel of the wind on my face when I jump out of airplanes. I LOVE standing on the top of a mountain looking down. I LOVE running in the rain. I LOVE Jacque Torres chocolate from Water street on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge. I LOVE the men and women that sacrifice their lives and time for us to enjoy a free country.

Don't tell me I don't know how to LOVE or how to make sacrifices. I have always sacrificed for things that are truly important to me and one day I will get the other type of LOVE figured out...just give me time.