I hate the grocery store this time of year.
I hate the bursts of pink balloons floating above the noisy check out lines. I hate the row after row after row of corn-syrup confections dyed in the supposed colors of love. I hate the guilt-inducing, last-minute, limp-petaled rose bouquets for husbands who forgot.
It’s not that I hate Valentine’s Day: I hate what it has come to represent.
I’ve written about this once before because it’s very dear to my heart. I think here in America, we’ve gotten love wrong. We’ve substituted romance for love, passion for patience, hookups for partnerships. This whole month, this whole holiday, has become the manifestation of every wrong street we’ve turned down, every instance in which we’ve pushed love down the stairs and thumbed our nose at it. Because, unlike the vast majority of things in this country, love can never be, and never will be, a commodity. But we’ve tried like hell to turn it into one anyways. And it’s poisoning us.
This year, however, there is an antidote.
Elisa Doucette, aka the amazing writer behind Ophelia’s Webb, has started a series devoted to love: this year's is called the Pas de Deux. This series lasts for one month – the month of February. Every day one writer talks about love in every way, shape, tone and voice imaginable. This is not your typical fairytale ending, De Beers engagement ring, knight-on-a-white-horse love story. This is the real thing: love when it’s tough, love when it’s fleeting, love when it’s MIA, love when it shows up unexpectedly, love when it’s miraculous.
In other words, it’s the real love. I’m thrilled to be participating in this series and discussing love and what it means with some amazing people throughout the month of February. I do hope you’ll join us!
Can you believe it’s already February? Where did the month of January go??