Stephanee Killen's Blog: Buddha Breaking Up Blog - Posts Tagged "love"
My Love Is Not a Circus Act: Drop the Big Top and Live From the Heart
I am so thrilled to have my latest article published on Huffington Post!
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Being in love shouldn't feel like I've run off with the circus. That's what I tell myself every time I start jumping through hoops, walking a tightrope, or spinning plates on my head from the saddle of a unicycle. Love's only task is to undo me. Simple? Yes. Easy to accept? No.
Why? Because I want love to do something. I'm waiting for it to perform magic! It's not a rabbit from a hat I'm waiting to see, either. It's happiness. It's the end of my suffering.
I'm 36, single, and resigned to joining a nunnery. Not really, but that's what I tell my friends, who all roll their eyes because they know I would last precisely seven seconds anyplace where I have to renounce sleeping in. But they are just as disappointed in love. It's hard to maintain faith. True love is that illusive unicorn -- and by this age, I'm wondering whether I'd better just find a pony and stick a cream horn to its forehead.
Deep down, I know it's not my feelings of love that are to blame. It's my ideas of what that love should be doing.
[Read More on Huffington Post]
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Being in love shouldn't feel like I've run off with the circus. That's what I tell myself every time I start jumping through hoops, walking a tightrope, or spinning plates on my head from the saddle of a unicycle. Love's only task is to undo me. Simple? Yes. Easy to accept? No.
Why? Because I want love to do something. I'm waiting for it to perform magic! It's not a rabbit from a hat I'm waiting to see, either. It's happiness. It's the end of my suffering.
I'm 36, single, and resigned to joining a nunnery. Not really, but that's what I tell my friends, who all roll their eyes because they know I would last precisely seven seconds anyplace where I have to renounce sleeping in. But they are just as disappointed in love. It's hard to maintain faith. True love is that illusive unicorn -- and by this age, I'm wondering whether I'd better just find a pony and stick a cream horn to its forehead.
Deep down, I know it's not my feelings of love that are to blame. It's my ideas of what that love should be doing.
[Read More on Huffington Post]
