At my cousin’s wedding last week, a relative took a photo with me and later sent me a message that stayed on my mind:
“We look very pretty in our picture… too bad we’re unlucky.”
I know she said it from her own pain. She was divorced, and I had never been married. In the old language many women inherit, that can sound like bad luck. But I don’t believe love is that small.
The past me, maybe early-twenties Yasmine, might have subconsciously agreed with her.
But thank God, when she said that, every fiber of my being knew it wasn’t true.
I’m not unlucky.
I understand where my relative is coming from, and I don’t judge her. In fact, I feel for her.
At the same time, I just so grateful that my mind is no longer wired for misery.
I know for a fact, and deeply believe, that I’m surrounded by love greater than I can comprehend.
Thank God. 
Thirteen weeks of keeping love at the back of my mind has been a journey. It hasn’t been so much about deep introspection as it has been about mindfulness, about noticing how I react to the world.
It’s becoming a skill to ask myself: Am I reacting out of love or out of fear?
Yes, many times fear still takes over.
But every day, it gets easier to notice the love in everything around me.
Tell me, my friend: do you notice the love in the small things?
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