Uh, I am, finally, writing! I’ve been stretching loads of phrases in my mind, researching all sorts of stuff, jotting down ideas and, still, not dropping by here, finding myself either different excuses or fears of all kinds. I missed… This! And oxytocin is to blame. What? Not bad, huh? Extraordinary, in fact! Oxytocin was the divine sign for me to just write and I saw the sign alright! In case you didn’t listen to Dobrovolschi (a cool radio DJ in town) this morning and, therefore, didn’t hear the discussion about the oxytocin, you will right now. Here.
Heeere, here, said I, in the tone opposite to Mary Poppins’.
Dobrovolschi and Craioveanu, the other cool DJ on the radio, not only make me laugh on the way to my work, every morning, but also make me wonder about how am I going to quit my job when I love driving to it so much? I can’t wait to get in my car and drive for, at least, a half an hour to it. I love mornings, I love driving, I love listening to wonderful music and I love being curious. Maybe I should make a career out of this instead, Cristina. They made me curious this morning, when I was flying to work, basically; the rush hour helped me.
So, here I am, investigating the phenomenon. I didn’t even need to go to the greatest length with it. It was enough to discover that oxytocin is the love hormone for me to love it. It is said that it’s the hormone that our brain releases during the fifth part of the second that we fall in love (the British scientists say it, obviously). The tingling you feel playing up and down your spine, the famous butterflies in your stomach, the psychedelic fog in your mind, the uncontrollable trembling of your knees, the smile you, definitely, can’t hide and your heart that… You know… Is skyrocketing or something, doesn’t have any time to process anything anyway. Well, this is when the oxytocin comes alive.
So cute, said I, in the same, opposite of Mary Poppins’, tone. I’m trying to think of another character, by the way.
I like to think about the mood these hormones put you in. It’s at the highest high that they bring both your soul and your body, at the same time. Quite a ride. Especially since I hug a lot, adore to kiss, bounce for joy. Does this mean that oxytocin is like air to me? Oxytocin is for free, so anyone can have as much as anyone desires of it, we can all love for free. Ideally, anyone is free. It’s how the world becomes free. It’s the oxytocin. It’s within us.
A flashback of the ’70s I heard my parents talking about, saw in movies and imagined, from time to time, has just crossed my mind.
Ghandi said You be the change you want to see in the world (my motto in life, it seems) and I, strongly, believe in it (for it wouldn’t be my motto, otherwise, oui). As hard as it can, sometimes, be, just try to and it will energise you, free you, calm you and, eventually, it will make you you. Why would we hide behind low vibrations and choose to be anything but sunshine? Everything passes. Of course, there are exceptions, it’s life, it’s heartbeats, but come on! Dobro said something, one morning, and I thought yup: there is no night so strong that a day can’t break.
So, love each other more, kiss each other more, hug each other more (we must hug each other, at least, 8 times a day to be happy, another study says), smile more (honestly and truthfully only, hello), be kind more, look beautifully at each other more, light up your faces, soothe more, anything good that is, in any kind, related to oxytocin… More!
PS: I’d been, enthusiastically, singing while watching Róisín Murphy’s Overpowered long before I’d read about the oxytocin. However, every time I did it, I felt something magical was in there. Music informs everything that I do. So. Little did I know that something magical was awaiting for me.