Love who you love...and say that you do!

Rascal Flatts has a song called "Love Who You Love" from their Unstoppable album. Every time I hear that song, I am reminded how important it is to say what's on your heart. I am a firm believer that actions speak louder than words (probably because "acts of service" is MY Love Language), but nothing replaces a person's need to be validated. For me, a person's words validate their feelings (the whole, "I'm not a mind reader" thing), and actions support those words once spoken.

I want to live my life with no regrets. I may make choices that take me to places that are not ideal, but each choice leads to a learning experience. In the end, my choice is made with some level of knowledge as to what consequences could come based on my action or inaction. I would rather make a choice and be wrong than to do nothing. Inaction to me is a missed opportunity. Wondering about the "what if I had..." is much worse than doing what I felt I needed to do and finding out that the result of that action was not what I had hoped for. I have talked myself out of doing things one too many times and hope not to do that again in situations where it really matters. If you don't put yourself out there to receive the good, you'll be stuck just receiving whatever comes rather than laying the path to your own destiny.

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