There has been so much intense love flooding down the bond the last several hours. So much more than there has been in recent weeks/months! It's heady and overwhelming and intense and I love it and it makes me incredibly happy. I'm not entirely certain why, but if it has anything to do with my realization or actions as a result.... Well... I... I would have thought of this in this way long before this if I'd known I'd be rewarded for choosing what makes me happy by receiving more of what makes me happy. I mean, I know that sounds obvious phrased that way, that whatever you choose you get more of in your life. But also, this isn't necessarily a linear relationship or direct cause and effect sort of thing. Or maybe it is and I just complicate everything unnecessarily by overthinking and assuming and doubting. Whatever the cause, the effect was that it added more joy to my day by flooding me with love. 

Also I vacuumed until the point the filter needed to get washed and in washing partially disintegrated. So no more vacuuming until I order more HEPA filter for the vacuum. I'm just going to call this under the bed "good enough for now, but to be continued..." And keep moving with my day. (I actively loathe vacuuming, the sound of a vacuum makes me irrationally irritated, and while I understand there are times it's necessary I'd be much happier to tear out the carpet in the master bedroom and Spare Oom and replace them with hard wood or even fake hard wood floors so I could just sweep and mop everything always. Whenever I live with anyone, I try to get them to do the vacuuming and preferably when I'm not home. I usually offer to do all the dishes always if they will vacuum. I haven't tried a Roomba since the early models which made too much vacuum noise so they wouldn't irrationally irritated me. It's the randomest stupidest thing, but the sound of vacuums just gets under my skin makes me ornery AF and looking for a fight. Every damn time. I don't mean to and I know I react that way and I warn people but it's just like my last frayed fuse is full of bees after enduring the sound of a vacuum.....) 

Now if I weren't so flooded full of love light, I'd be irrationally irritated and hangry by this point. But I'm surprisingly chipper and happy and dancing around to Billy Joel mix. (Look, you're never going to get me to not love Billy Joel songs and squee "I love this song!" every dang time. This is not a battle you could ever win. He has been my favorite since I was like six years old and my all time forever favorite weak in the knees song is one of his songs. You know a battle you could win? Surprising me with Billy Joel tickets. I will move everything around to go to a Billy Joel concert at any opportuniry. Even if they're always in massive ballpark arenas and ridiculously pricey even from not very close seats. Still surprising me with Billy Joel tickets is always a tactic that will win whatever battle it is you're trying to make headway on. It is known.) Now. Linens in the laundry are still going round and round and round. I've made coffee and veggies are sautéeing for my very belated brunch that's really a breakfast for late lunch scenario at this point, lol. 

Also though. The constant flood of love down the bond is just non-stop since midmorning. And I'm trying to remember the last time it was this strong for this long a period without waning and I can't think of one. Certainly not recently. Curious. 

P. S. Also my empathic lil Pisces pup does this thing where she refuses to eat, even when her food bowl is full, unless I actually eat something. There are two schools of thought on this: one that it's a pack hierarchy thing and the other that it's her caring that I take care of myself and making sure of it because she knows I care if she goes hungry. I'm on team Why Not Both It on this one. But she's super excited that I'm FINALLY eating something. And not just so she can munch on mushroom pieces flung at her in the hallway. 😂