Valentines? Heyyyyy.

About 10 years ago, I may not have been able to say what I’m about to say. I don’t think I would have been able to five years ago either, or even three. If I’m shooting for real transparency, I’ll even say last year left me at a crossroads with the statement I’m about to make.

Valentine’s Day was actually okay.

In my usual yearly chat with one of my oldest friends, we talked about how we held such disdain for the day, and now, my attitude towards it was, “eh.” I didn’t resent not having a special someone, because a lot of my growth went into appreciating myself for the special person I am, regardless of health/financial/relationship status.

So, in some kind of non-spectacular way, I celebrated me. Narcissistic? Maybe, but it worked, and the day was alright.

I got a heart shaped bagel (that has kind of blown up one particular corner of the Internet because most viewers mistake it for a rodent of some sort. I wonder what went wrong in the childhoods of about 1,000 people.). The laughs I got from looking into the imaginations of other people are priceless.

My coworkers and I got ice cream. Mini blizzards really do knock out a sweet craving without overdose.

I caught up with friends, old and new, and chatted with family for a while. My dad even sent a text first thing in the morning which, while I am still strongly against parental textage, I had to smile: “HAPPY VALINTNES DAY!!! DADDY! LUV U!!!!” Just… Bless his heart.

I listened to DeBarge (we call that a regular day in my mind). I danced- a lot, as if I gave not one care to who might be watching. I took the scenic route on the way home from work an saw an awesome sunset. Though it was freezing, I stopped to enjoy it anyway. I got my marinade on in the kitchen.

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For me, this was a v-day for the record books: Extraordinarily ordinary. It was probably the best thing to have given myself- security in knowing no matter what outside forces change my life, the inside that shapes me is awesome and worth celebrating. Even in a party of one. Because you, much like myself, are worth it.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

–Lucille Ball

 

With that said, Happy Valentines Day to all you lovers and friends.

tomefrmme



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