Let Love In Everyday

I'm a big follower of Post Secret (a website where people anonymously send in their secrets for millions of people to see and relate to). Over the past few weeks I've noticed some pretty heart wrenching secrets. All of which I can relate to, but none which I sent in :P.

Exhibit A:

I'll admit. In the past I have grazed the card aisle as a way to feel pity on myself for being dumped. I decided to stop doing that when I heard Nothing Compares to You by Sinead O'Connor playing as I wallowed in my past miseries. I truly hope that the person who sent in the secret above has been able to let go, and let new love in! Remember, what doesn't destroy your heart only makes you strong.


Exhibit B:

This one struck a chord with me. As people we are destined to get hurt, fall down, and get back up again. To me this secret represents how we feel once we've dusted ourselves off after a hard blow to the heart. But what a joy it is to say goodbye to old ghosts, turn the knob, and take a risk to see what lies beyond what we cling to.







Valentine's Day used to be a favorite holiday of mine. If you sent a valentine to one person in your first grade class you had to send it to everyone. If you received one in middle or high school it was probably from someone who liked you. If you received one in college it was from your sweetheart.

I'm not one to complain about the chocolate I won't be getting this year because I am more than capable of buying myself a box of Lindt at the store near my job on 19th Street. I also don't need love letters as I consider my blog one big love letter to myself. But I do wonder if the people who wear black on V-Day do it to cover up the fact that they actually just miss having a genuine connection with someone? Personally, I find wearing black on Valentine's Day a cry for attention. I'll probably wear something that won't need to be dry cleaned after my first graders draw on me =).

It's been said before but everyday should be an expression of your love to someone. Love is not just a romantic gesture or a passionate kiss on the sidewalk. It comes in all forms. It can appear in the form of a child learning to read. It can appear in a group of long-time friends laughing on a couch in a cozy Manhattan walk-up. It shows itself in music. In the person who holds the door for you. In a sincere smile. We don't need a corporation to tell us that February 14th equals love. What we really need is to wake up and love people today, yesterday, 5 hours ago, 6 months from now, etc. Love doesn't start and it doesn't end and it definitely isn't restricted to the shelves of Papyrus.