I have confession to make: I secretly love Valentine’s Day. Yes, yes I know it’s a Hallmark holiday where people feel obligated to buy diamond tennis bracelets or frivolousness that is either dead or consumed within a week. It’s a day that almost seems designed just to make a lot of single people feel bad. As a never-married 32 year-old, I’ve spent my fair share of Valentine’s solo so I’ve been there. But it’s not because I have ever received expensive jewelry or have been wined-and-dined at the most expensive restaurant in town that my love for Valentine’s Day stems. The idealist in me loves Valentine’s Day because I enjoy the idea of a day simply about love. Love isn’t just for couples. Sometimes we forget or take for granted the many different faces love takes. A friend, family, a pet; our love of life, the feeling we get when our favorite song plays or when we finish an exceptional book. I suggest we re-write Valentine’s Day for ourselves and make it a day about embracing what we love or brings us the most happiness. Go and do something you truly love, spend time with a friend, or buy your dog a new bone. If that wagging tail isn’t a true sign of love, I don’t know what is! For me, I promised myself that I would run 4 miles today and I’m so happy that I did. And I loved every minute of it.
Happy Valentine’s Day!