I woke up this morning and I didn’t want to work out. I just didn’t want to.
But I did.
Because it’s Valentine’s Day and I love myself.
I finished the workout and I felt good.
I was glad I loved myself enough to do what I was supposed to do for myself and my body.
In my Facebook status, I told folks to remember that love never fails, and to celebrate love in all of its manifestations in your life. Be it friends, family, and yourself.
Do not make today just about romantic love. Or dwell on the fact that you have it, or you don’t.
Celebrate love period. Celebrate it with your parents, call your grandparents if they are still alive.
Call your old play cousin.
Give your kids a candy heart or a bear. My dad did this every year in my house and I wrote a very long and heartfelt blog about how this influenced me last year. Folks really responded to it and it was so touching to me.
Tell your close friends you love them.
A dear friend of mine and I were talking about how special it was that our dads gave us valentines every year growing up.
She lost her dad when we were in college, and the memory made her cry. I told her it’s ok to be sad, but also just be thankful that you knew he loved you and showed you how a man is supposed to love and honor you. We were on the phone and I felt so bad I couldn’t hug her. So we stopped talking about it.
When I saw her a few days later, I snuck a saucy valentine’s day card in her work bag.
She saw the card yesterday and she thanked me. She’s going to drop by some valentine’s cupcakes for me today.
That means something.
I will be making dinner for the boo thang. It’s cool, but it’s not a super, big deal.
I did actually wear red and pink today and I feel cute. I found some red pants from Target for like $12 bucks. I’m rocking it hard. And rocking my red lip. Fun times.
Also in my Valentine’s status today, I said that the first person we need to say I love you to, today is the person looking at us in the bathroom mirror.
I can say, flaws and all, I love myself. I love my God and I love my friends and family. It’s not about a man. I’m happy that I can spend the day with someone I like spending time with, but I think if I wasn’t in the early stages of dating someone, I’d feel the same way I feel today and that’s a huge deal and it’s something to be proud of. The more I love myself, the more I can share love with others and give it freely and not fear being hurt or taken advantage of. The more I love myself, the more I can be patient and compassionate with others when they need a little extra love and attention and it won’t cost me anything, it won’t be as emotionally taxing.
Think of the times you are stressed out, and unhappy with your life or yourself. Any problem the people in your life have, it feels ridiculously heavy. You are almost angry with them that they are going through drama at the same time, because you know you can’t give your best to them.
I love the book the Five Love Languages, but for real. You have to fill your own love tank too and do things for yourself, that you know you enjoy and love.
Get your massage. Try a new fragrance. Order from your favorite take out for lunch. Work out. Write a list of things you like about yourself. Smile at yourself in the mirror. Wear your favorite outfit. Listen to your favorite music. Talk to a person in your life that you admire. Be like me and marvel at some new furniture and be happy about the abundance in your life where ever you can find it.
So, today I’m commanding you fabulous folks to look at yourself and love what you are looking at, then smile.
I looked in the mirror with my red lip, dressed and ready to go to work. And oh so quietly I whispered, “I love you.” I watched myself smile and laugh a little, then I turned out the light, grabbed my keys and marched out the door.