“Just another day,” a friend of mine said earlier tonight as we discussed Valentine’s Day looming.
Not for me! And this year, I am proud to be my own valentine.
On Feb. 11, I was saddened indeed to learn of Whitney Houston‘s death. I remember buying “The Bodyguard” Soundtrack on cassette tape. I still have it, that’s how uncool I am. Her voice was only hers– no one sounds like Whitney. She was a great actress as well as singer– but she was human, like anyone else. I don’t think anyone should be judging her now– fame is a burden that most of us couldn’t live to carry. She inspired millions.
I’m paying tribute in this post because Whitney’s version of the George Benson song, “The Greatest Love of All,” really epitomizes the sentiment of how I choose to celebrate Valentine’s Day this year.
I was at Barnes & Noble, intending to purchase a new novel as a valentine gift for myself.
And then my heart told me where to go: the journals.
At every visit, I end up ogling them. There was one particular journal I had been eyeing for months– but it was luxurious. Made in Italy, the suede journal is a unabashed scarlet, with inlaid designs on the cover. Two strips of scarlet leather reach across the journal and are fastened by a metal clasp, which can be loosened.
Right then, I decided buying this journal was the best valentine’s present I could give myself. The bold color inspired me.
What if everyday, I was excited about my life as I am right now? I hope to find out.
For Valentine’s Day, I’ll write in my red journal, and do things that make me happy.
Thus, I decided to begin a new relationship with myself. By spoiling myself with this extravagant journal, I’m making a commitment to me.
I told the female cashier my plan, and she loved the idea. I walked out with a dreamy smile, feeling like a strong woman who is finally starting to understand herself.
Then I drove to Officemax, and bought multi-colored gel pens! So I can scribble away in one of eight colors, selecting the one that matches my mood at that moment.
I now have a beautiful new scarlet leather journal, and eight pens of inspiring colors.
I will begin this journal tomorrow, on Valentine’s Day.
I will write about what makes me happy! I’ll write about what I do to celebrate, alone.
Not single– but alone.
“Single” is still a term used to define marital status. The rest of that sentence is, “I”m single, without a man.”
Whatever your orientation or gender, “single,” implies that you’re somehow only half. And I’m a whole.
So I choose to identify as joyfully alone.
Even better, quirky alone.
Happy International Quirky Alone Day!!
Because Whitney was right:
“Because the greatest love of all
is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all
inside of me.”