I realized last Tuesday afternoon, while doing my morning bullet journalling, business planning, and some blog prep, that I listened to James Arthur’s Say You Won’t Let Go nineteen times in a row. NINETEEN. TIMES. IN. A. ROW. It was a pretty rude wake up for me — me, who has spent the last few years convincing myself that I’m not the same hopeless romantic that I was as a teenager. I treated it like it was something that could be changed with the right mindset, and that I could go from the girl who swooned over every romantic movie and book, or each love story I was told, to someone who could shrug rather indifferently and think, Well, that’s nice. Not to the point where I thought love was this totally stupid idea, but where I wasn’t consumed by absolute admiration every time it was brought up.