Now that Thanksgiving is over, it is undoubtedly and thankfully officially Christmas season. You know what that means; Christmas movies, cookies, pretty lights, and the bane of my existence; "cuffing season". You all have heard of this term right? It is the societal phenomenon where single people miraculously find love right before the holiday, because obviously it is the worst thing imaginable to be alone on Christmas. I have somehow missed the memo on this tradition.
I'm single. Which should come as a shock to no one as I spend a good chunk of my time every week writing a blog about baking (you're telling me that's not what men look for?) Despite my relationship status, I have a deep appreciation and fascination with the concept of love, and really who thinks about love more than the single? So, because it's the week after Thanksgiving and the last thing I want to do is cook more, let's talk about love.
I lived in Italy for four months almost two years ago. Yeah, I studied abroad but it just makes it sound so much cooler when I say "I lived there", so that's what I'm going to do. Anyways, while I was living ( (; ) in Italy, I fell head over heels in love. I mean this guy was perfect; strong, brave, charismatic, had it all going for him (if you know what I mean ladies). I spent so much of my time thinking about him and yearning to be with him. Why is it that all the good ones cost so much? I spent so much money trying to impress him and be near him that it was borderline shameful. I wanted everyone to meet him because that's how love works right? When you feel it, you want to shout it from the rooftops and tell everyone about this glorious shift in your life, it's annoying to the people around you but you don't even care; love demands to be spoken.
You may be asking yourselves, "Who is this man, Kate?" or "Where is he now?"
Well, he's exactly where I left him almost two years ago, the Accademia Gallery in Florence, Italy. Yes, I fell in love with the statue of David. What? You thought I was talking about a real man?
Love is love, and it should be talked about. Regardless if you are more like the traditional person and you tend to fall in love with other humans (weird), or you're like me and find yourself day dreaming about a block of marble, love should be celebrated. How wonderful and mystical, and glorious that we have the capability to feel love towards so many things. How unattainable and also perfectly simple is this human attempt to capture eternity in a feeling. I want it to be honored. In the moment you eat the perfect chocolate croissant, hug your best friend, or stand in awe of art, feel it. Love is hard for a lot of people, including myself, to understand. So, just like every other emotion, it may take practice. Practice the art of falling in love, do it every day, fall head over heels in love with something and let that be your truth. It is a big life out there, with lots of moments of sadness, so feel the bursts of love (big or small) whenever they happen.
"The problem then resides in inscribing this eternity within time. Because, basically, that is what love is: a declaration of eternity to be fulfilled or unfurled as best as it can be within time: eternity descending into time." (In Praise of Love by Alain Badiou).
Tell me about your loves (human or not).
.... I mean come on.
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