I’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day, in large part because of my own bitterness. I spent most of my life believing that I would never fall in love. That no one would ever love me. And that gave me the justification to believe that Valentine’s Day is a waste of time. I still don’t think I was too far off, but perhaps for different reasons.
My husband and I spent the night watching the new Cloverfield installation on Netflix. We had a couple of boxes of chocolate that we shared, and we spent the night on the couch with our crazy dogs. It was good.
I remember, when I was at Safeway buying my prescriptions (and then decided to buy some chocolate because it was BOGO), seeing a man whose hands were full of flowers, chocolate, and stuffed animals reaching for yet another valentines-related item near the checkout, and thing, “Well, that’s excessive.”
That’s my feeling on Valentine’s Day. I tell my husband every day, “I love you, be safe,” and it is my dearest hope that I treat him the way that we are supposed to treat our loved ones on Valentine’s Day every day. After all, I love him. And that’s a big deal for someone like me.
But even if I was not with someone, even if I was alone, I know that’s ok. It’s ok. Life goes on. We all find ways to be happy, and the first person we gotta be happy with is ourselves.
So I hope you all had a good day. And many good days to come!
