Letters to my Mind, Body, and Spirit

Mind

Dear Mind,
How emotional we have been over the years! I remember us crying over so many silly things when we were younger. Immature boys that I can't even remember the names of or when we lost my favorite pair of earrings in the lake. What a weird time adolescence was. But we got through it, and you kept me semi-rational.
I love the way you challenge me. Especially as I got older. We have had so many late-night talks under the quilts my great grandmother made me. Of course, they went into storage a couple of years ago to preserve the material, but I memorized the intricate patterns my grandmother spent years of her life to perfect. I like to think I got her creativity, the greatest gift she could ever give me.
A creative mind can keep you occupied for hours, I like to think. You are a blessing and a curse. You keep me wandering in circles of self-doubt, unable to flee at night. You also help me process my thoughts into words. I hate to love you sometimes.
I think sometimes you try to trick me, Mind. You say you're guiding me to the meadow, and I end up going over a cliff into a ravine. I like to think that you just made a simple mistake, but sometimes I'm not so sure.
Emotions are such a weird thing. Sometimes I wish they had an on and off switch. Like when I'm balling my eyes out in the bathroom at work, can't I just flip a switch and go numb? Sometimes going numb would just be more natural than going crazy. But Don't get me wrong, I love some of them. I think my favorite is love. Not necessarily romantic love, but a warm, comfortable love. Like when you have a cold and stay home from school as a kid, and your mom puts the heated blanket on you as you watch cartoons and eat chicken soup, that kind of love. You feel like all the pieces of your crazy, sporadic life are finally kind of falling into place. Then the craziness starts up again like a slap in the face, but you've still left embers of warm love.
I have found very few people that produce that warm love, so when you find those people, make sure to hold them very close.
One of my favorite qualities is actually how emotional I actually can be. It's fun viewing the world through my emotions. It's more colorful that way anyway.
When I started to grow up, my emotions began to not be as vibrant. And I felt sad because of that. I hated to love being emotional. It made me unique. I still let my emotional heart lead the way sometimes, but it's kind of weird letting you step in more. Be rational, sometimes.
When I'm rational, I feel like I have the personality of someone who likes math.
But I know I have to start listening to you more because my heart makes bad decisions sometimes.
She's impulsive and thinks at the moment like a careless teenager. However, I guess I listened to you sometimes. I hardly ever got in trouble as a teen. At least I was sneaky enough that my parents never found out.
My beloved Mind, thank you for carrying me through heartache, laughter, and dull moments. As we grow up together, I know that you will try your darndest to keep us both sane.
Yours always,
Ab