Yesterday was one of those days that felt meaningful.
There was a pull in every decision that I made. Things as small as where to park my car.
I felt the entire day like something important was bound to happen.
I think it comes from listening to too many love songs or watching too many movies lately.
The kind of behavior that gives you an inflated sense of importance.
The way movies fit years of events into 2 hours of non-stop magic, makes it seem like every stop at the coffee shop could lead you to something epic.
I began calling this cinema-itis.
Cinema-itis is not necessarily a bad thing.
As my day came to a close yesterday it turned out to be a very ordinary day overall.
I had coffee, worked in my office, sat at the coffee shop, cooked dinner as a house, went dancing, laid in bed with a dear friend and talked about life and love and sex, and rounded it out with ‘It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’ on the couch with the roommates.
It was a beautiful day, but a standard one.
Maybe that’s the point?
To realize just how lovely everyday life really is.
Now, a hard side-effect of cinema-itis is a tinge of loneliness.
While the moments spent alone are particularly lovely there’s an aching for affection that occurs.
Perhaps it’s the anticipation that love could be around every corner or the heightened understanding of your current situation.
But, it can leave my skin wanting for a light touch and warm embrace.
While a romantic relationship is certainly appealing. I am more likely to channel my romantic nature into my friendships.
There’s something lovely about approaching friendships with a beauty and innocence without expectation.
To desire to see each person fully. To really know them and to love them for the truth you see there.
To romance them with gifts or time and kind words. Providing an openness and vulnerability in your interactions.
I realize this is not the standard.
But, goodness if it’s not where I feel I belong.
Approaching every dear friend like I am completely and utterly enamored with them.
Which, I am.
I wouldn’t have them so deeply engrained in my life otherwise.
While I wouldn’t describe myself as a romantic person.
I think that’s because I’ve been limited my view of what that means.
Perhaps I don’t believe in the kind of love that exists in films.
But, I know love. I’ve felt it and I’ve experienced it.
In every hand held and conversation that gets to the heart.
In every glass of bourbon shared or meal cooked together.
Living the small pieces of our lives together.
That, to me is romance.
Whether you’re my lover or my friend.
To delight in the other person for everything they are.
That’s something special.
with love and cinema-itis,