Its often said only fools fall in love, or even that love is blind. Well how blind do you get when you find that person that causes butterflies to rumble in your tummy?
I’ll start, I’m extremely impulsive, like really impulsive. I’ll put myself all the way out there, within the best of my abilities, definitely not a bowler. Since, I’m more interested in how we can relate through conversation first before anything else.
I digress however, impulsive me has a terrible tendency to jump head first before checking to see if there is something to cushion my fall. In the past I’ve landed with a terrible bang and the casualties have been extreme. The carnage left in my wake has been a constant source of worry and at times slight introspection that ended with a what if?
With all the carnage left behind, I’ve had moments where I doubted my process, I even tried a different approach which hardly lasted for any set amount of time before reverting to my old impulsive ways.
I lock on to my target as a heat seeking missile, focused and solely dedicated to my goal. I want you, I whisper to myself. So I’m kinda old fashioned, my impulsive nature wants your words to be my ravishment, conversing about dreams and truths, feelings and emotions, wants and needs.
I only want you, I think as I lose myself in your eyes.
Sometimes its easier to flow with the current of the waters when you willfully jumped in, even when it gets harder where the water falls, but its better to tragically crush than miss an experience of a life time through fear. I refuse to let fear be a part of my process.
My impulsive tendency has served me well and it has also burnt me a few times. But its my impulsive tendency that helps define who I am, even when you disagree with me.
Have you noticed your process? Do you know what you like? Are you willing to bet on yourself to succeed? What’s your process?
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