Just in case you've forgotten my recent rants, I am not a fan of February 14. There's just something about the big love day that makes me feel like a big loser. The red roses mock me. The singing cards ring a chorus of my rampant singleness.
If love is indeed all around, how come none of it has gotten on me?
Oh well. Believe it or not, I managed to make it through another V-Day without suicidal thoughts.
Two years ago, I was driving through Little Rock on February 14 after having dinner with Lon, Jen and the boys at Mi Burrito, feeling quite sorry for myself, and I got the strongest sense that God was telling me 2008 was my last Valentine's Day alone. I interpreted that epiphany to mean that I'd be meeting Mr. Right before 2/14/09, which obviously didn't happen. Nor has it happened by 2/14/10.
Amazingly, I'm okay with that. So I don't have a Valentine and I'm still paying taxes at a single rate. I don't feel alone. I have the best friends anyone could ask for. I have eternal salvation. I love my job and have great fashion sense (if I do say so myself).
And that's enough for now. So here's hoping if you're going to bed alone like me or with someone else, you're content with where you are and who you are. Because, after all, that's the secret of life. It's not in having what you want, but wanting what you have.
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