One of the very best Valentine’s Day’s I ever had was when I was a sophomore in College. I had just broken up with my cheating boyfriend. I was depressed. I was going crazy from listening to my roommate drone on and on about her new boyfriend and all of their plans.
As I lay on my bed, my phone rang. It was Mama 1969. She called to wish me a Happy V-Day and she asked me what I was doing. “Absolutely nothing.” She laughed and told me that the day was about love. Why couldn’t I go out and love myself?
When I hung up the phone, I called my friend C and told her to get dressed.
“Why, did you find some men?”
“Nope. It’s Valentine’s Day and we love ourselves. We are going out.”
“You heard me. We are going out. Get dressed and I mean dressed.”
So we got cute and ventured out into the city. We treated ourselves to a great dinner and laughed at all of the couples. We sat there trying to figure out who would break up in the next six months. We laughed at all of the awkward couples. More than anything, we had fun.
Today is a commercial holiday. The flower, chocolate and card industry will make a killing. The diamond people will inundate you with sappy ads.
Real love starts with self love. And that doesn’t cost anything.
Happy Valentine’s Day.