I am admittedly, a huge hopeless romantic. Emphasis on the hopeless. I am however, one of those hopeless romantics that only apply this type of lifestyle to one aspect of life: my love life.
In every other aspect of my life, whether that be work, education, finances, and day-to-day routines I am quite the logical person. Meaning I base all of my decisions purely on facts and if it does not make sense, I investigate, heavily.
There are times where I wish I could turn that side of me off and run my love life the way I do the rest of my life, but at this point I believe it is part of who I am.
If you’re like me… you have a crazy, complicated, loving, insane, caring, support system that you call Family. These people we have in our lives are not necessarily related by blood but they have proven their love and loyalty throughout our lives and for that, we deem them Family.
It’s odd how as humans we go through many transitions of how we feel towards our family. As a baby, we revere our family, look up to them, to learn how to live and behave. As we continue to get older, that admiration oddly grows into a type of contempt which strengthens and sticks with us into our adolescent years. Continuing on in life as we get wiser, that contempt transitions back into admiration and appreciation. For most of us our journey with our family is quite similar but at the same time, very different.