There's No Such Thing As Loving Too Much

There's No Such Thing As Loving Too Much

A different perspective in how love can play into our daily life

“Everything we do in life is either an act of love or a call to love.”

These are words spoken at a yoga class I took a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been thinking about them since. What does it mean to love? Can we love too much or too little? Is there a wrong way to love?

So often, we are told how we should love: help others, do random acts of kindness, show people you care for them. When it comes to relationships, we are warned against loving people “too much”, against putting too much energy into a person. But what does that even mean? Why is caring considered a bad thing in one instance and a good thing in another?

That is why the quote I began with has been such a source of reflection for me. If everything we do is either done out of love or with the intent to love, then no action we take is separate from love itself.

Therefore, there is no such thing as loving too much, because everything we do is, indirectly or directly, related to love.

I think at times we are advised to guard our hearts in the fear of what could go wrong, in the fear of pain. But Alfred Lord Tennyson once said, “It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.” While this may not relate to the subject of loving “too much”, it does relate to what holds us back from loving with our full heart: in essence, fear of failure and loss. These are not to be feared, but embraced as a part of life.

I propose we look at love a different way. With the mindset that everything we do is somehow related to love, then feeling as if you are giving “too much” or “too little” is simply a trigger to reaffirm and re-intend your commitment to living a life of love.

While it may not be possible to love “too much”, perhaps it is possible to invest excessive energy into one person or situation.

If we spend our time doing so much we find ourselves drained at the end of the day or caring for a loved one, this may be a sign to pause and think about where your actions of love are going.

For me, that stereotypical idea that we are loving “too much” is simply a sign that our energy should be shifted elsewhere, to a different act of love.

For some, this might mean giving more love to themselves. It is so easy to get caught up in helping others that we forget to take care of ourselves. However, if we are not attentive to our own body, mind, and spirit, how can we love that of another? I have always been such an advocate of self love and care because it is something that is often missing from my life.

For others, this reinvestment of energy may mean taking on a new project or passion, or something that brings joy, and in turn, love, into your day to day life.

It should be noted that the feeling of loving “too much” is all relative and varies from person to person. Some may be able to engage in more external actions of love, and others may need more time to do these things. But when we decide to live our life with the intent to love, the amount we do will never be what matters.

Instead, this life devoted to love will be one full of quality interactions with ourselves and others.

I find it so beautiful and reassuring to think about the fact that even the mistakes I have made, every time I seem to mess up, that all of this was still somehow linked to love. When I think about life in this way, it is easier for me to forgive both myself and others for our actions. We are all on this journey together, whether we know it or not. It is time we remember that.

To end with another quote, from a Course in Miracles:

Love. What would you have me do? Where would you have me go? What would you have me say, and to whom?

Talk soon,


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To the girl who left us behind

You may have thought that it was best for you, but in reality you were only helping us

To the girl who left us behind,

I graduated in 2017. Nearly one year ago. When you graduate you expect to stay in touch with some people, but you accept that there are some people who you will probably never see again, let alone talk to. After walking across the stage, getting my diploma and attending all of the graduation parties I said goodbye to some people, forever, without even knowing it.

For almost as long as I can remember I have had three best friends. We were practically inseparable since 6th or 7th grade. It was rare that you would see one of us without at least one or two others around. We spent weekends at each others houses, played on the same sports teams, joined the same clubs, and practically did everything together. The boys that we would hang out with would make fun of us because they noticed it seemed to them that we couldn’t do anything without the others. It wasn’t that we couldn’t do anything alone, we just enjoyed being around each other, we were best friends.

That was until we graduated. We were best four best friends until we walked across the stage, said our goodbyes after the final graduation party and parted ways as we went to college. It didn’t even take until college to see who was really my friends of the four of us, it was less than a week before I never heard from one of my so called best friends ever again. And for this, I could not be more thankful.

In our group of four there was always a clear line, two and two. I loved the other two girls but I was always just better friends with one girl. It had been like this for forever, and everyone knew it, not just us. But once we graduated it became extremely true. But it didn’t break two and two. It was one and three. And this was sad and frustrating at first, and then ended up being a great thing, for all of us.

Nearly 9 months without talking and I knew all hope for the friendship was gone once i saw she tweeted ‘my biggest glow up feature in college was my friends’. At the time yes, this pissed me off. I texted my other friends as soon as I saw it and sad things like “I don’t know what is worse, that we were great friends and put up with her shit. Or that we still sat in that house last week, were the bigger people and acted like nothing ever happened even though we all know we don’t talk to her anymore.” The amount of time I spent with this girl, the amount of secrets of mine she held, the amount of late night memories we shared and there was nothing, no explanation, no final goodbye. Just complete silence. There was that tweet which made it pretty clear she had no interest in being friends with us anymore.

But it made me a better person. I realized that the entire time we had been friends she was tearing me down. She was killing my happiness and I never even noticed it. Our relationship was a toxic one and she did me the biggest favor in the world by cutting me off, because I was afraid to do it myself.

She thinks her biggest ‘glow up’ was her friends. And knowing her, that is probably exactly what she believes. But that is NOT mine. My biggest glow up was growing up, realizing my worth and surrounding myself with people who truly care about me and radiate positivity. And I am thankful and blessed that the people I have surrounded myself with now continue to be with me through this entire process. I am continuing to learn everyday that people who make you feel like you’re not worth anything are never worth your time. I have grown and realized that you can give someone one million chances, you can give them all of your time and love and compassion and understanding. But if they don’t want it or they think they are to good for it than you are better off being left on read, or completely left behind. AND THAT IS OK.


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Aunt- a person who can give hugs like a mother, keep secrets like a sister, and share love like a friend.

While home for spring break, I was able to spend some quality time with my four year old niece and my two year old nephew. Both of them boost my mood and remind me just how much I love the joy that kids constantly carry around.

I have been an aunt for almost five years, and it is one of my favorite things about my life. There's a special place in my heart for these kids, and I can't begin to explain how much they mean to me. My niece and I bond in a way that makes my heart so full of joy. She is constantly running to me with her arms wide open for a hug. She always wants to hang out with me, and it makes me feel so important. Not to mention, spoiling her is one of my favorite things to do!

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