When I was growing up, Valentine's day held huge hope for me. I was a teenage romantic and the word love represented romantic love. (I spent the earlier part of my teens sporting a 24 hour shadow on my top lip. A beautifully impressive set of orthodontic braces. A mono-brow. And a slightly bemused look. Romantic love remained a distant dream until I discovered cream bleach and tweezers. I wondered recently if this was just a distorted view of myself I was remembering, and then I found my old school bus pass amongst some bits and bobs. My view of myself was wholly accurate.)
Now, Valentine's day means something different to me. As an adult, I've learnt that "all love is sweet". Including, if I can manage it, a loving acceptance of myself. Just as I am.
I like to focus on how much love there is in my life and be very loving to the people around me. I try to do this every day, but more so on Valentine's day. All love is sweet.
I like to focus on how much love there is in my life and be very loving to the people around me. I try to do this every day, but more so on Valentine's day. All love is sweet.
I take a day off from negative self-talk. I let go of all the "I wish my legs were longer, my bottom smaller," self-flagellation and try to only have kinder thoughts towards myself. More "well, hello you's" as I pass by the mirror and fewer screams.
Sometimes I manage it.
And painting my nails pillar box red always helps. As well as grabbing my cats, getting cosy under a blanket and watching a good film. With the odd chunk of chocolate here and there.
I try to do as many loving things as I can on Valentine's day, for myself and other people. Give smiles more. Say "I love you" more. Phone some one I love and share some time hearing them instead of talking. I focus on these things as much as I can every day, but I make a conscious decision to fill Valentine's day with all kinds of love. Because, as far as I can see, love is what this living thing is all about.
At the end of Valentine's day, I like to grab my cats, give them a good ole squeeze and tell them I love them too. They hate it and their eyes bulge. But as I've mentioned, all love is sweet. Even the eye bulging hugs kind.
At the end of Valentine's day, I like to grab my cats, give them a good ole squeeze and tell them I love them too. They hate it and their eyes bulge. But as I've mentioned, all love is sweet. Even the eye bulging hugs kind.
I hope you have a beautifully loving Valentine's day. How do you like to spend yours?
Lily and the ones she loves
Lily
Cuddle a cat 'til their eyes bulge. It helps.
Fancy slippers are very important
Surround yourself with fluffy things
But don't squeeze too tight
Sending huge Valentine's day love to you and yours.
♥
