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| A Valentine from a local pizza place, be still my heart! |
I spent so much of my late teens and early 20's obsessed with what Valentine's Day should look like. If I was in a relationship, undoubtedly my partner's romantic gestures were rarely grand enough. If I found myself single on the 14th, I clung firmly to the notion that I was supposed to be miserable and acted accordingly. Sometimes that meant binge drinking (and a little love bashing) with my single pals, other times it meant crying into a pint of fro-yo while watching chick flicks on the couch with my dog. I assume that my heavy dependence on romantic comedies might be partially to blame. It's not rational, however, to let contrived Hollywood plots dictate how I should feel about my life on this holiday. It seems I just got stuck chasing an ideal that I hadn't even created. Why was I so hell-bent on being a cliche?
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| Love was in the air, and in the snow. |
A few years ago I was a month into a new relationship when Valentine's Day arrived. Against my better judgment I was dating someone that I couldn't really see a future with. Grown ups are supposed to be in relationships, right? She looked great on paper (if you're into that sort of thing) and she seemed to really like me; I figured those two facts might add up to enough of a reason to make it work. I agreed to be her Valentine, but found myself increasingly crabby as the day approached. The idea of putting myself through another mediocre date on Valentine's Day was just too depressing. I was sick of doing what was expected of me on this Hallmark holiday. I didn't want to spend the 14th with someone that didn't make me happy, so I canceled our plans.
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| Awesomely bacon-y Valentine's gifts. |
On Thursday, I showed up for work with some Valentine-inspired pep in my step. I ate a small box of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for breakfast (4 pointsplus, not exactly health food, but I counted it!) with my cup of coffee. When my manager asked me about how I would be spending the evening, I told her that my grand plan was to buy a bathrobe and sit on my couch eating take-out.
"Buy a what?" she asked.
"A really cozy bath robe!" I yelled into her office.
In fact, my night turned out even better than I had imagined because I managed to get free food from my sister in exchange for giving her a ride home from work. She even loaned me her bathrobe, so I didn't have to shell out any money to spoil myself for the evening. If we look at Valentine's day as an excuse to take some time to slow down and enjoy ourselves, then it doesn't matter if we're alone or in a couple. You don't have to do very much to make the day special (for yourself or a loved one), and that simplicity can leave you recharged and happy.
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| A delightful Valentine's Day dinner for one. |
As I write all of this, I'm watching "The Giant Mechanical Man", a quirky rom-com about two 30-somethings struggling to find their way to a happy and meaningful existence. One of the characters just said something so poignant, that I feel it's worth sharing here:
"And it's true what they say. It only takes one person- just one person- to make you feel special and valid. And like you belong in the world."
I've come to realize that every now and then it is okay, important even, for that "one person" to be yourself. Don't let the hype surrounding February 14th cause you to forget that!






