Oh, the joyous occasion that is today!
How fortunate we are to have a day that celebrates love, love, and more love, and an entire frigid weekend leading up to it filled with gag-worthy romantic comedies, since it’s either sit through those, or venture out into the elements. Frankly, I think I’d rather be warming my tootsies in a snowdrift right about now, but I’ve become weak since I moved south.
I actually don’t hate Valentine’s Day in and of itself, and despite my sarcastic nature, I’m not bitter in the least about being single. Do you know how much brain space and energy I save not worrying about whether so-and-so loves me back? It’s been a wonderful year of focusing on me, worrying about me, prioritizing me. I would never have started writing again if it weren’t for this glorious break from dating. And, as for my self-esteem? Yeah, I’m pretty insufferable right now. And, you know what? I actually like this version of me with her ginormous can-do-anything attitude. No relationship has ever done half so much for me, that’s for sure.
I sincerely think I might just stay single forever, barring the occasional flirtation or fun fling. Then again, love is a tricky bastard, sneaking up on you when you least expect it, and I have a real knack for hopeless love affairs. They’re my specialty!
I write this, because I want to remember this time in my life. This time when all the love I need is the unshakeable belief that I am going to make big things happen for myself, that I am going to succeed. Oh, that, and of course the unwavering constancy of my two demanding fur-babies. I guess that’s as real as love gets.