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, no trace of dropping by. Here. Only some traces of excuses, fears, no fun. I missed… This! 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 all right! 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. Not in the Mary Poppins tone.
Dobrovolschi and Craioveanu – the other cool DJ on the radio – not only make me laugh on the way to work, every morning, but also make me wonder about how I am 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. The two made me curious this morning, when I was flying, basically, to work. The rush hour helped.
So, here I am, investigating the phenomenon. It didn’t take too long. It was enough to discover that oxytocin was 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 in – the British scientists said 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, in the same not the Mary Poppins tone. Maybe another character comes to mind by the end of this.
I like to think about the mood this hormone puts you in. The highest high. Your soul and your body, at the same time. Quite a ride. I know 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, anyone can 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 be, and it will energise you, free you, calm you and, eventually, it will make you you. Why 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! The same Dobro said something, one other 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, eight times a day to be happy, another study says), smile more (honestly and truthfully only, hello), be kind more, look tenderly at each other more, light up your faces, soothe more, anything that is in any way 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 I do. So. Little did I know that something magical was awaiting for me today.
We’ve got our character. Not bad. Extraordinary, in fact!