My Love Is Not a Circus Act: Drop the Big Top and Live From the Heart [Huffington Post]

Being in love shouldn’t feel like I’ve run off with the circus. That’s what I tell myself every time I start jumping through hoops, walking a tightrope, or spinning plates on my head from the saddle of a unicycle. Love’s only task is to undo me. Simple? Yes. Easy to accept? No.

Why? Because I want love to do something. I’m waiting for it to perform magic! It’s not a rabbit from a hat I’m waiting to see, either. It’s happiness. It’s the end of my suffering.

I’m 36, single, and resigned to joinin...