I have never been in love on Valentine's Day. There, I said it. It's a fact, Jack, & denying the truth publicly won't make me feel any better. So, I admit it freely &, in accepting the truth of it, can also say, with a twinge of sadness, that it's actually a good thing.
Over the years--decades, in fact--the holiday has become all and only a celebration of the love I have for friends and family. Am I aware of hand-in-hand lovers with their meaningful glances and champagne whispers? Well, sure. Kinda hard to miss it. The hearts & flowers & chocolate fairly squeal the benefits of romantic love into our faces. We are surrounded by happy two-somes & their ubiquitous Facebook announcements of long-term commitment. Yes, Valentine's Day is, and always will be, the toughest day to ignore my lonely single heart.
Which means I have to try a little harder. Put my focus on friends & family, watch anything BUT romantic movies, find new &, occasionally, unique ways to enjoy the day. Tonight, I'm meeting other single friends for dinner. Last year, I spent time with my family. Several years ago, I hosted a princess party & invited all my girlfriends to dress as their favorite princess for an evening of sweet treats & silly games. Another time, we dipped fruit & wafers in chocolate fondue while laughingly listing our least favorite romantic songs & movies at an Anti-Valentine's Day Party.
Ironically, it seems I am less likely to sit at home bemoaning my singleness on February 14th. I choose to grab onto the love I have for family & the camaraderie of friends instead. To think about all God has given me rather than the longings still pounding against my heart.
I'll leave that for the other 364 days of the year.