FALLING OUT OF LOVE

I'm sure you've experienced it before -- the decline of the passion and joy that you once felt, trying to hang on to something that was once so good, but realizing that steadily, yet slowly, things have changed. Within my own life, I've begun to come to terms with the fact that over the past few months I have in fact been falling out of love. . .with Grey's Anatomy that is. Where I once counted down the days to the next episode, making sure that my schedule was clear whenever it would be airing, I now find myself turning it on lackadaisically out of a sense of obligation. It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I more so go through the motions, laughing at the funny moments, crying at the sad ones, and then turning it off when it's done and not thinking about it again until Thursday at 9 pm the following week, and thinking 'oh yeah, Grey's is on now, I suppose I'll watch it.' What happened to my fervor? And why does it sadden me to a certain degree that something that I used to look forward to is now more of an afterthought? Even though I have not had the luxury(?) of falling out of love with a person before, perhaps this is a wee bit like that. And as it might be with being in love with a person, I find myself coming back to Grey's week-in and week-out out of commitment, and the hope that someday, maybe, just maybe, the passion and excitement might return. Only time will tell.