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Okay, I’ll be honest. I have no damn clue how to find a soulmate. So I’m sorry if you came here thinking I had the secret to solve your singleness.
And in the spirit of honesty, I have another thing to admit: I absolutely, positively HATE Valentine’s Day.
Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t solely because I’m not in a relationship. In actuality, I’ve never liked the holiday - yes, even when I had a boyfriend to celebrate it with. My entire family is in the flower business, so I kind of grew up seeing V-Day as a Hallmark holiday, where couples stress out over how to express their love for one another (shouldn’t you do this EVERYDAY??)...you know the rest. Either way, it’s always been in my top three least favorite holidays, right there with Halloween and Saint Patrick’s Day (don’t send me hate mail about this).
But in the spirit of V-Day, I have put an awful lot of thought into this concept of “soulmates” lately.
When I was in high school, my mother bought me a book called "How To Find Your Soulmate Without Losing Your Soul." At the time, I swore to her I was in love with my high school boyfriend, rolled my eyes at her and stuffed the book in my underwear drawer, praying she would never talk to me about my love life again (ah, how easy it was to be 16).
I have seen my friends and loved ones bounce around from “soulmate” to “soulmate.”
I was in a long term relationship all throughout college (3/4 years), with a guy I truly believed to be my “soulmate” (we know how this one ends).
So, lately I’ve been kinda skeptical about this soulmate business. And I got to thinking.
One day, my BFF Allie - you all know & love her just as much as me by now - turned to me, and in all sincerity asked me, “why do our soulmates need to be men?”
Okay, I’m the first to admit that Allie and I can be super silly and optimistic and everything - but stay with me here.
What if instead of looking for our soulmates in our RELATIONSHIPS, what if we started to view the things we love as our “soulmates”?
Our best friends, our pets, the food we eat — what if these things could be our soulmates? The things that make you feel whole, or safe, or loved.
For me, if I had to pick, my soulmates would be (briefly):
My puppies!! I have never experienced a purer form of love than that between my dogs and I. They snuggle me when I’m sad, greet me at the door everyday and stay by my bed until I fall asleep.
Warm drinks in cute French cafes.
A really good book.
Traveling new places and seeing new things and eating new foods and falling more in love with MYSELF than I have ever fallen for another boy before.
And finally — Lindsay, Allie, Kathryn & Catherine G - you have seen me fall apart, picked me up, hugged my broken pieces back together - you are why I am me.
This past Wednesday (Valentine’s Day), I wasn’t sad. I didn’t mind seeing everyone’s posts about their relationships. Because I know that right now, I have SO MANY soulmates of my very own.
This weekend, think about who or what your soulmates are - and make sure to tell them, too.
Until next time,