10.7.22 // My Love Language

My love language isn't one of the traditional five.
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It is something that lies outside of physical touch, gifts, acts of service, words of affirmation, and quality time, and yet, encompasses them all.
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My love language is "invitations."
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To be invited to participate and to be seen, invited to speak and to be heard, invited to share moments and to be celebrated in those moments.
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Sharing before I'm invited to is not something I feel comfortable doing- storytelling without invitation makes me anxious, and sharing feelings without first being invited to do so, makes me feel like I'm too much, even when I'm not.
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It is the highest form of compliment when I'm invited. It makes my soul sing and my heart hum.
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It feels like I'm flying, like I'm buzzing, giddy, and shimmering gold.
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Invitations directed my way are like the steady deep breaths I pull into my lungs- they are life-giving.
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Although it's not to say I can't live without invitations, life is just so much more colorful and beautiful when I hear invitations slip softly from your lips. I feel so much more freedom to show up boldly and beautifully when I hear invitations trickle kindly into my ears. I feel so much more love when invitations are shared like secrets but are as frequent as hellos.
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If you want to love me, invite me.