I Used to think Valentine’s Day was about Loving Other People.
These days, my perspective has shifted.
I’m over a week late responding to this writing prompt by Ellie Jacobson — and that’s okay because I love myself. Sometimes, I miss the mark, make mistakes, and reassure myself that I’m perfectly imperfect while binging on cheeseburgers.
I used to think Valentine’s Day was about celebrating my love for other people. However, after divorce, a lot of things about love change. For the better part of nineteen years, I commemorated my long-term relationship, my only relationship, with my now ex-husband.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll repeat it many more times: I will always love my ex-husband. But these days, I am learning to love myself (a lot) without him. Something I don’t recall doing in a very long time. I poured all my love and affection into him and my kids, and like the lead singer of Sublime, Bradley Nowell sings:
“…She spreads her lovin’ all over
And when she gets home
There’s none left for me.”
A little out of context, but still, I hope you get my point. We can only spread ourselves so thin until there’s nothing more to give.
I love Love. I don’t care for how commercialized Valentine’s Day has become and how normal it is to see someone running out of the store stealing six sizable Valentine’s Day Teddy Bears (true story) that may or may not have something to do with the sky-high price tags.
Loving myself enough to put others on hold momentarily is hard. It’s a life skill I am constantly working on balancing. But Valentine’s Day reminds me to celebrate the progress I’ve made.
Thank you, Ellie Jacobson, for the lovely inspiration! Here’s where the fantastic Freewriting Fridays all began!
Thank you for reading. You are Loved. ❤
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