You don’t have to hate the day about love
By Brecken Mumford | Contributor
She’s a Professional Writing major with sass and class. She hordes tea in her closet and is obsessed with her home state of Michigan. She can sing every lyric of Hamilton, and her words will soon be floating across your mind with a new melody. Brecken Mumford is our new columnist for this spring semester. In “Brecken’s Breakdown,” she will be offering tidbits of advice and spinning the world as you know it in her own special Brecken-way. If you need advice or want to hear from the Breck Master herself, write-in to the Co-Editors at firstname.lastname@example.org.
We are four days away from Valentine’s Day! Love, hearts, chocolate, roses, Cupid—the works—are just around the corner. With this in mind, I bet you know what I’m going to talk about in this column.
That’s right—I’m going to talk about “Pride and Prejudice.”
Here’s the deal, Taylor. I really love “Pride and Prejudice.” A lot. I’ve read it six times, and I’ve seen the BBC 1995 mini-series more times than I can count. I own the CD of the music. I have several copies of the book. I have ornaments, puzzles and even bandages (shoutout to my mom for indulging me). I nearly cried when I visited Jane Austen’s home in Chawton and saw her grave.
And before you say “This Brecken chick is crazy!” or “Who likes ‘Pride and Prejudice’ THAT much?” I have a point.
Pride and Prejudice has had a huge impact on my life despite it being relatively insignificant thing. Why? I’m not 100 percent sure, but it’s a small idea with a big impact. When I’m sad, when I’m happy, when I’m flustered—it’s like comfort food, but a movie . . . withColin Firth.
And, I bet you feel that way about something, too. Whether it’s “Lord of the Rings”, photography, cheesy movies, sports, your significant other, shopping, or that really, really good-looking burger—I’m sure there’s something or someone you love.
Now, I know it’s only Friday, and Valentine’s Day is still many hours away, and I’m sure some of you out there don’t like Valentine’s Day. That’s okay. But . . . .
Maybe this Valentine’s Day, you could try something different.
Take that girl to coffee, write a short story, bring that guy on your pick-a-date, watch “Star Wars,” read for fun, eat that piece of pie, finish the puzzle. Make this Valentine’s Day about celebrating your love for the little things, the big things—the important things. Make space and time in this crazy world to savor and remember the things you love. They’re more important than you know.
I know that I, for one, will be taking that time to remember the little things in life and, of course, a little bit of Jane Austen.