I am fortunate to have fallen in love a couple of times in my life. While every love is different, what has remained the same––at least for me––is the way in which the love hits me. It feels not unlike stepping into a galloping river and then being completely swept away. I believe most good things are this way: friendships, experiences, opportunities and creative pursuits. They require a degree of work and thoughtfulness but they should feel as though there is an invisible wind at your back. We have a tendency to romanticize pain and suffering, believing that for something to be valuable it must embody these qualities. But, what if this isn't true? What if good things felt good and bad things, bad. What if the way in which something makes you feel is indicative of whether or not it is a thing worth pursuing? I digress.