Love is a choice that I make every day. Every morning, I wake up to a dance and I fall a little more in love with my goofy husband. Three days a week, I lift heavy weights with my friends. In this time, I feel quad pain – but I also feel so much love. When I want to find love, I know where to seek. I know to reach for my friends’ toddler. I know to wait til Monday night yoga classes. When I want to find love, I search for it on the St. Mark’s trail, with wind in my hair and puns on my tongue. When I seek love in my life, I seek out the first (and last) bite of baklava. I sit in the passenger’s seat and listen to incredible music, seeking the edge of another heated debate. I find myself in the kitchen, stirring pots and pans, praying that my love for my friends translates into every bite I make. I choose love. I choose love everyday.
Since I’ve been going to therapy, I’ve been learning to shift negative emotions out of my mind space, and that leaves a lot of empty space. I choose to fill that space with love. This may sound hokey and cheesy, but I’ve really been feeling an infinite amount of love in the world around me as of late, and I’m just beginning to skim its surface.