I would have to be the most hopeless romantic ever. I am in love with love. That helpless, complete, utter love that knows no boundaries type of love. The Romeo and Juliet, Edward and Bella kind. The kind you read about in novels or see in films. That is why my preferred genre for both reading and writing is romance.
The past few days though I have been losing my faith a little in love. All around me people are splitting up, fighting, what was once something so beautiful and wholesome has now become soiled and nasty.
It’s hard to remain optimistic when there is so much negative energy around. Why do people put each other through such misery? Is it really worth it in the end? If you asked me last week I would have said yes of course it’s worth it!! There is no obstacle that love can’t conquer!! But ask me this week and I’m not so sure.
For over a year now we have been planning something special for my parents as a way of celebrating their upcoming 50th Wedding Anniversary. Finally the moment is almost here and we are up to finalising last minute details before the big event.
I wish I could tell you all exactly what we have planned but unfortunately my parents do follow my blog, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise, so like mum and dad, you too will just have to wait till next Saturday.
I do want to acknowledge though that 50 years of marriage is a massive milestone!! It is an achievement that they can both be proud of. An achievement that we too can be proud of as we have been along for much of the journey. My parents have not had the easiest life, they have had many ups and many downs, but through it all they have managed to stay together.
I hope that Saturday will be a great day and that they will enjoy all that we have planned for them. I can’t help feeling a little excited and at the same time a little nervous, there has been so much hype around this I can’t help worrying what if reality does not live up to expectation.
There is nothing better than losing yourself in a good book, except of course losing yourself in a great trilogy. I have just finished reading the Rebel series by Elle Casey and I can’t help feeling a little disappointed that I will no longer get to spend time with the characters that I have become so attached to.
In the past two weeks I have spent every spare moment reading. For me that is what differentiates a good book from a great one. A great book is one that you cannot put down. A story that as you near the end you are filled with dread knowing that the adventure will soon be over and your time with these characters will inevitably end.
Reading is just as much a form of stress relief as writing is. My genre of choice is romance. I am a sucker for love. Really strong, head over heels, love at first sight, can’t live without you type of love. What can I say, I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic.