Maybe I don't need to keep track of quite everything. To know what shows I took the time to watch or the ridiculousness that can happen at work. I think I need to keep track of the moments of true worth. Like that moment where your hair falls into your face and all you can smell is vanilla. You stop what you are doing to close your eyes and just bask in the warmth that accompanys the smell. I went to take a shower and the second the water hit my skin I could smell flowers and I had to relish just how beautiful the smell was. I don't own anything that has that smell. Whatever I use plus my body chemistry is sometimes so wonderful I am blindsided, overwhelmed, and downright joyful in basking in its scent, or rather mine. Maybe that's weird (really that's never been up to debate, some things are just inherently fact), I would love to know if any of you ever have moments where your own smell is so wonderful that you want to roll around with it, become it.
Smell is such an important sense. It can bring back some of the strongest memories. It can frighten, soothe, arouse, and entirely kill a mood or feeling. I have a heightened sense of smell that is matched with being rather allergic to quite a few of them. Hives, faintness of breathe, fainting, closed air ways, the whole shebang. The greatest advice I can ever give someone is to trust your sense of smell. If you don't love your partner(s) smell than you are in for a rude awakening. Sure we all stink at some point, but if you go to cuddle up and you find yourself not breathing them in and feeling relief, then you got a real problem. Did you know that you can become physically addicted to someones scent? There have been studies that have done research on widows and have found that they physically go through withdraws. I remember when my Daddy would go away on long business trips and I would sleep every night in one of his worn shirts. It was the only way it felt like he was still there with me. When my nephew passed away I kept one of his swaddling blankets and to this day I can still smell him on it.
I spend most of my life with my nose plugged up. It's a safety mechanism for my heightened sense of smell. When you have passed out face first into doors and onto floors you learn to protect yourself from scent. Because of my need to protect myself, I rarely get to enjoy the scent of others, and I know that I don't grow as a attached to others that I can't describe a scent to. I try to everyday slow down and filter through smells; whether it be flowers, a pot roast, a freshly bathed child, the coming of a storm, the heady scent of arousal, the smell of home, books, oh my god books. Remember to be thankful everyday and to stop and enjoy the smells you love and forget the ones you don't.
Smell is such an important sense. It can bring back some of the strongest memories. It can frighten, soothe, arouse, and entirely kill a mood or feeling. I have a heightened sense of smell that is matched with being rather allergic to quite a few of them. Hives, faintness of breathe, fainting, closed air ways, the whole shebang. The greatest advice I can ever give someone is to trust your sense of smell. If you don't love your partner(s) smell than you are in for a rude awakening. Sure we all stink at some point, but if you go to cuddle up and you find yourself not breathing them in and feeling relief, then you got a real problem. Did you know that you can become physically addicted to someones scent? There have been studies that have done research on widows and have found that they physically go through withdraws. I remember when my Daddy would go away on long business trips and I would sleep every night in one of his worn shirts. It was the only way it felt like he was still there with me. When my nephew passed away I kept one of his swaddling blankets and to this day I can still smell him on it.
I spend most of my life with my nose plugged up. It's a safety mechanism for my heightened sense of smell. When you have passed out face first into doors and onto floors you learn to protect yourself from scent. Because of my need to protect myself, I rarely get to enjoy the scent of others, and I know that I don't grow as a attached to others that I can't describe a scent to. I try to everyday slow down and filter through smells; whether it be flowers, a pot roast, a freshly bathed child, the coming of a storm, the heady scent of arousal, the smell of home, books, oh my god books. Remember to be thankful everyday and to stop and enjoy the smells you love and forget the ones you don't.