“Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth. Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me? You’re here now, welcome home.” —Warsan Shire
It feels only right to talk about love with that tricky Valentines Day right around the corner.
I hate to admit but I’m a big fat sucker for this holiday, but not for the reasons you may be thinking. You see, it took me a long time to figure out that inside my cold little heart is a sappy, lovey-dovey girl who can’t get enough of love notes, conversation hearts and red roses. I mean, I read those quotes posted above on various Tumblrs and to say that I got a little lovesick is a true understatement. It’s a weird thing, to recognize this in yourself, especially if you’ve lived a perpetually single life that has had a few minor derailments but no big main attraction.
However, right around the time I got into my late twenties, I started changing my outlook on all things romantical. Why sit around and feel sorry for yourself if you are otherwise single and alone? Why feel sorry for yourself period? It’s pointless and actually pretty debilitating, if you ask me. Instead, why not celebrate the life you’ve got, the one you are living right now, not the one you will be living “as soon as” you get partnered up or married or whatever. Because I happen to think that the life you are living RIGHT NOW is probably flipping fantastic and it deserves a moment of recognition.
So, instead of moaning to your friends or binging on heart-shaped chocolates, toast the life you are living now, the life that is happily flawed and uniquely yours.
(on second thought, get those chocolates. They’ll go well with the champagne…)
Quotes via Tulips and Lattes,