“Love what you love, and make no apologies.”
I’ve long-since dismissed Valentine’s Day as a corporate-sponsored massacre on love steeped in exclusivity. NOTE: according to everyone, I skew melodramatic. BUT ALSO: pulling this thread, we have opportunity to blow doors on saccharin traditions that serve the few at the cost of the tender-hearted and redefine the Valentine.
This Valentine’s Day, amidst the cacophony of conversation hearts and uninspired prix fixes, act out radically. Take time to name the things you love-those which give you absolute joy-and find ways to make that love more active. This sounds lofty, or maybe just lame, but I think it’s a valuable exercise. If we love what we love actively and unapologetically, we are aligned toward fulfillment, and to making this crazy world a better place to call home. Me—I love writing and performing. I can be more active in that love by letting go of expectations and appreciating the work itself. I also love Common Threads—the people I meet, the stories around things they bring to the store, the transfer of items from seller to buyer, and the new lease on life given a dress, or boot, or jacket. I can be more active in that love by understanding connections between people and possessions keenly, and ensuring work at the store reflects that understanding. I can be more fully present. Happy Freaking Valentine’s Day, loves. Make no apologies.