Hello old friends, new followers, and fellow bloggers-
I hope you all are having a fantastic day! Today is full of wonder, discovery and the beauty of reminiscing on beautiful things. I have a confession, well a few confessions that I would love to share with each of you. No worries, I promise not to exhaust you all with all my inner musings. This is what I would like to call: “Confessions of a Hopeful Romantic.”
*Drum roll please *
Confession #1: I love handwritten notes.
When someone handwrites me a note, my heart soars. There is something so precious and nostalgic about a handwritten note. The time, effort and words on a simple sheet of paper fills my love tank. I love words, so when someone takes the time to share their heart with me, I am loved well.
Confession #2: I am an old soul.
I am only twenty-six years old but on the inside, I feel like I am in my forties. I feel like my soul has lived a few lives. I love the gestures our parents and grandparents took to express love. I remember the days when people used to write letters to express their love for others. I remember when skywriters still had jobs, the days when walking in the rain was both beautiful and sacred. I remember those days. I watched as a generation abandoned what was personal for that which was convenient. Texting and sending emails became easier than phone calls and God forbid you would receive an actual card in the mail.
Confession #3: I am a sentimental person.
I keep all of the cards given to me in a box, and sometimes I reread the words written to me. When I pull these cards from the box, it is like I am reliving an amazing memory- the moment I felt loved by that person. My heart reads the beautiful words on the card and love enters once again. I love how a simple gesture creates such a profound emotional connection.
Confession #4: I have a killer memory.
I remember twirling a phone cord around my finger as I chatted with friends. I remember collecting CD covers so that I could admire the artists’ work. I remember always attending an event with a gift in hand. I remember walking to and from school. I remember the days when friendship meant everything and loyalty was valued. I remember when girl code was in full effect and if your girl talked to ole dude, you did not. I remember the days when we were a covenant-keeping generation when we cared about those we loved. I remember the days when others like me loved a handwritten note.
I guess today’s article is my way of expressing that our advancements in technology and progression robbed us of quality in the name of convenience. We are faster in completing things but we lost the essence of being present. We can get so much work done, yet we have lost the beauty of a well-maintained community. For friends, to love well takes time. We cannot microwave healing, we cannot rush love. Do not get me wrong, I love all that we have achieved as a community of people but I would take a handwritten note over a bland email. I would trade an expensive gift for something handmade, something that took thought, consideration and time. I would trade a night on the town, for staying in and watching my favorite film with un-buttered popcorn. I am such a simple girl, that longs for simplicity in life. Yet, is not this the one thing that we all desire? Simplicity. Simple decisions, simple commitments, a simple love. Loves, am I insane for believing that things such as love do not have to be incredibly burdensome and hard?
My final confession: I believe that love does not have to be burdensome and hard.
I just refuse to believe that I must suffer first to be loved well. I refuse to believe that the world is void of good men and women. I refuse to believe that we are all selfish, self-seeking monsters full of brokenness entering into relationships. I refuse to believe that true love is dead, that soulmates do not exist, and that we can no longer have a deep meaningful conversation with those we love. Maybe I am naive, or maybe I am hopeful because I have seen love done well. I have seen a time of meaningful relationships and I believe that we have the power to return back to a state of being present, intentional, and whole. I believe that what we have complicated, does not have to be so hard.
I promise it does not have to be so hard.