Valentine's Day

The good thing about being single on Valentine's day is that there is no agenda. I don't have to clean up, dress nicely or put make-up on. My no shower Sunday rule did not have to be broken. Of course I'd love to have someone to show love for me on Valentine's day. Someone to creatively come up with a romantic adventure for the day. Instead, I get to be selfish. I get to take the day for myself and spend time with fabulously independent girlfriends. Last night a good friend and I went to a Burlesque show where the owner of my Pilates studio was the star of the Heavenly Spies. Its kinda interesting seeing your teacher in pasties. :) It was a fabulous show and one of those experiences that is best shared with girlfriends. Our waiter was young and flirtily fun. We ate good food, drank some tasty beverages, listened to great live music while watching women perform in scantily clad attire. It was wonderful. And not only that, but on our way to the bus it began pouring rain. Rather than this hindering our fun, we just draped scarves over our heads and ran through downtown. It actually kind of added to the evening. Maybe for some it was a romantic atmosphere, but for us it was almost liberating to skip around in fancy dresses and high heals in the rain with no worry of what we'd look like later. After our return to my neighborhood we walked around looking for a decent place for drinks while in swanky dinner theatre attire but just didn't have an inkling for any particular locale. Instead, we kicked off our shoes and hung out gabbing on my bed with my puppy. Just an all-around delightful Valentine's eve.

In the spirit of love, I took extra special care of myself on Valentine's Day. I slept in. Spent time with my puppy. Brainstormed potential job connections. Taught a friend Pilates. Worked on business flyers. Went to yoga. Grocery shopped. Made a delightfully eclectic dinner and watched a chick flick in the comfort of my pjs. Lola and I went for a wee walk where I got myself a decadent desert and a bag of carrots for the pooch. We returned ho

me for some snacking, yet another chick flick and some quality cuddle time. All in all, this was a great Valentine's. In the past I have always made cards for all of my friends and coworkers coupled with homemade truffles. If I were with someone, I'd spend hours making a card and devising the perfect gift. I miss that, but I am glad that this year it was all about me. Sometimes I get so caught up in making sure others feel love that I forget to love myself. Yes cliche, but seriously, sometimes selfishness is needed.

I am off to bed with yet another Yogi tea inspirational message: Don't sleep counting sheep. Count blessings, then sleep.