I’ve been single for a lifetime. Which is fairly accurate, really.
In another life, I was married for 10 years. That part of my life ended rather abruptly. And at 30-years-old, it left me with the realization that I didn’t really know a whole lot about myself. So from then to now, there has been a rebirth of sorts.
Along with it my perception of love has changed. Soon after the divorce, I dreaded Valentine’s Day. What a loser I was to be divorced and to not have a Valentine! I’m sure I can go back in this blog and see the back-and-forth for how I felt on this greeting card holiday that insinuates romantic love is the only love worth celebrating.
Along the way, I’ve also missed the V-day presents. I guess there’s something in me that likes receiving tangible gifts from loved ones (but not thoughtless ones). I began filling that need myself.
Today, even though it’s not V-day, I’m wearing a scarf and a ring I bought myself from V-days past. I’m also surrounded by art I’ve created that’s predominantly hearts and rainbows.
I’ve made peace with being alone on Valentine’s Day, while still hoping I’ll find my partner while traveling my path.
This year, I’m feeling Ok about it. Alone, but not lonely. Grateful for the tangible artifacts of self love I showered myself with in years past. Grateful for all of the loved ones in my life: family, friends, and yes, my three awesome cats.
Wishing you a day of love and peace on Valentine’s Day. You are amazing. You are enough. You are loved.