Etiquette, etc.

I think about how much would have changed if I’d just believed there was enough; if I had understood that love wasn’t finite but never-ending, something that is always available to me. What if I had treated sex and the ability to connect as something that’s abundant and overflowing? Perceived scarcity is as much to blame for the times I’ve been wrecked in my life as anything else. I kept going back to this relationship that wasn’t working for me in part because of my own internal sense that this was all there was.