Love comes so easily until we start to feel vulnerable to love. Why is it that love makes so uncomfortable? Why is it hard for us to admit that we love, that we want, that we care and that love means something to us. Most of us will off the bat say we are not scared of love and that we welcome love, yet once it is before us we question love, we prode love, and yet at the same time we jump right in and ask questions later. What clouds our judgement when it comes to love and why does love and ego sometimes go hand in hand when they are the complete opposite? What does Ego have to do with love? Join in the Conversation today at 3:30 PM, PST