Maybe my heart is icy like this daffodil or maybe I just ran into some bad luck.
I was alone on Valentine’s Day, and sick, and also, stuck at home. That morning, I woke up, felt like junk, then proceeded to throw up. Awesome. I felt absolutely awful. My throat burned all day long. I went back to bed.
I had originally planned to go out shopping on Valentine’s Day, even though I was alone, because stores have some good sales on Valentine’s Day and at least if I had to spend the day alone, I could catch some retail therapy, well, that didn’t happen. The only place I managed to go was the grocery store around the corner to buy myself some orange juice, sprite, and soup. I also got popsicles. My throat still hurt and they helped.
That night, it iced a bit, as you can see from my picture of the sad little daffodil in the ice.
To some of you, it may have been a big deal to be alone on Valentine’s Day, but it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal to me. I was married for some odd years and my Valentine’s Days almost always sucked. Someone hated Valentine’s Day. That someone was not me.
I don’t like the idea of overindulgence on Valentine’s Day. I don’t need big fancy dinners or tons of roses or a fifty-pound box of chocolates. It’s just nice to spend a little quality time with the person who you love and honestly, presents don’t hurt, but it doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Has anybody ever heard of a nice hand-written note, some nice flowers, don’t have to be roses, and some good chocolate? Seriously, nothing fancy. No fancy diamonds. No fancy expensive dinners. Just take a day to celebrate your love, or whatever you want to call it. Watch a movie on the couch and drink sparkling apple cider for crying out loud. It’s not rocket science.
All-in-all, I would rather spend Valentine’s Day alone and sick than know that I had someone who could be celebrating with me, but they chose not to care about it or my feelings.
I wouldn’t say this has been my best Valentine’s Day in the past several years, but it’s probably close.