It’s Valentine’s Day and I’ve been sick for a week, so I feel like a cross between Frankenstein and your grumpy old grandma. Naturally I decided that the only thing to do was to kick the blues and put on my red little dress….and sneeze some more. Nothing better than to dress up for the sake of dressing up, right?
While I think all the people posting about self-love and looking after yourself on Valentine’s is sweet, I also think half of it is a load of bullshit. I don’t know about you, but Valentine’s is about Mr Hot and Bothered being bothered enough to tell you that you’re effing amazing and going out of his way to prove it. It’s the day for romantic love. And if you don’t have a date, it’s more productive to upload a new Tinder profile shot than drinking Chardonnay with your girlfriends, though I’m not against the wine per se. I just think the best thing to do if you want a date for next year is to get on with it, not to pretend that Valentine’s is about galentines.
That said, drinking wine with your girlfriends is a lot better than moping. Most people get hurt in love at some point, or lose love, or simply don’t find it when they want to. The only person that can change that is you. You are the only common denominator to your love life. If something isn’t working, change it. If you keep thinking you lost the only true love, or you aren’t good enough to find love, change it. Because it simply isn’t true. Unless you make it out to be true, because people have a funny way of proving their own beliefs.
I’m in awe of all the people who have found a person they love and cared enough to create an amazing relationship. I’m in awe of all the broken hearts who have gotten over themselves and opened themselves up to love again. I’m in awe of people who have fucked up and had the guts to fuck it right. I’m in awe of all the people who confess to wanting the big L instead of pretending they don’t give a hoot.
I used to be the person who pretended not to care. I think I’ve made every possible mistake in the book of love. But do I believe in love? Yes. I believe in every unrealistic tale of beating the odds there ever was. I believe in moonlit walks and starry eyed picnics. I believe in family and commitment and giving a fuck.
End of rant. Now go hug someone. Everyone needs hugs on Valentine’s, because one thing is true: the more love you have in you, the easier it is to find love all round. And we can all help people feel more loved. In turn, we’ll probably end up feeling a lot more happy ourselves.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Ohmigosh, did someone say Valentine’s?!