Flying bunny thoughts fill up the atmosphere of my mind. I think of all the people I love and think I should be in touch with them. All of them. Every single day. Every day. It is so important that they know I love them, and how deeply I love them. This is my biggest problem. I am so blessed. And yet, I have this crouched threat on my back, “If you don’t let them know, right now, today, how much you love them, and magically make sure that they absolutely know without a doubt how much you love them ….. you will have failed as a human being and your identity as a loving, kind person will be devastated, duplicitous, doubtful by the best, and devoured by self doubt. To the point that you do nothing. And then, even worse, no one will have even an inkling that they really matter to you, never mind really, really, really, matter to you …. and the whole world, the whole universe……” And then on top of that, I don’t want to do it because I have at least 49 things that need to be done yesterday. So. What am I going to do? What does Loving Dangerously look like?