"I love being single. It's my choice, not a sentence. It's not a state that I'm in until someone better comes along. Don't feel sorry for me. I love my life." -Sarah Morgan
Currently, I'm sitting in my living room writing this blog post, listening to Guess Who I Saw Today: Nancy Wilson Sings of Lost Love, and taking in the fragrance of a Sandalwood-scented candle under dim lighting. It would probably be a tad difficult for the average single woman to intentionally listen to vintage jazz ballads of loves lost, but actually, I'm good. Thanks for asking. This is really a beautiful album. Listen to it.
As I was tuned in to social media earlier, watching all the lovebirds show off their dozen selfies of each other, I thought to myself that I dig seeing people in healthy, authentic, happy relationships, and celebrating their love for one another. I also love to witness couples who are so damn comfortable in their love and their lives with one another, that they don't allow one single day out of the year to define what they've built together, nor feel the need to prove the magnitude of their love to other people. In fact, most couples I know in real life don't particularly give a shit about Valentines Day. Here's the thing about this holiday: it holds such a massive amount of pressure on couples - AND single people (yes, us too). Personally, I'm starting to feel this way about Christmas, but I digress.
As I've gotten older, I've become a lot less aware of Valentines Day (I wasn't reminded of it until I logged onto social media this morning), and I don't think it has anything to do with me being single. I think I'm just more aware of the love I have for myself, and that allows me to not become so caught up in feeling bad for being alone. Singledom is not a death sentence. After all, self-love is the prequel to ALL the loves, okay? All of them. So, if you're single, and this day puts a sour taste in your mouth, don't let the world see that. Let that bitterness remain between you, your TV remote, and your pint of Talenti. Real talk? It's just Tuesday, girl. That's it. Go and do all the things that you would do on any other random ass Tuesday. Take care of YOURSELF, always - whether you're in a couple or by yourself. Be mindful of the fact that love should be celebrated everyday, and I promise this day won't seem as bad for you.
We are all deserving of love (I think. I question some of you heathens). Your time will come. My time will come (??). Our time will come. In the meantime, love on your damn self, and play some Nancy Wilson while doing it.