A V-day Promise

I keep thinking I’ll dread this Valentine’s Day; it will be my first one in 13 years without a “Valentine”.  I had almost decided to detest the red sparkly hearts already adorning places of business, and the whole aisles at the grocery store devoted to this love fest.  But then I kinda realized that I wasn’t that sad about it afterall.  There’s this thought that keeps surfacing to the forefront of my mind every time I have one of these fits of nostalgia or start to feel down because I think I’m the last one on earth to find real love.  That thought is this: I would rather be alone and in love with myself & my life then to be in another unfulfilling relationship like the one I had. 

So this Valentine’s Day I’m making a promise to myself.  I will, of course, bestow gifts on my “sweethearts” {my kiddos}, but I will also make a promise to love myself more then I have in the past.  And to love myself enough to know that I’m ok with spending Valentine’s Day alone this year and for years to come if that’s what is meant to be.  Because the relationship I have with myself, and knowing who I am, and being comfortable and confident with that is far more attractive (in MY eyes), and far more important to me then any man I’ve ever laid eyes on.