Dear reader, how are you doing? How is your February going, that 28 day period wherein you are forced to write or at least visualize a word that never should have been spelled that way in the first place?
I would like to rename February altogether, since it's too late to drop that initial "r." You could drop it and my face would still twitch. I would still suffer mental anguish over the fact the absence of that "r" would only serve to doubly remind me of its original existence, like some glaringly empty seat at the table which used to be occupied by a dreaded yet unforgettable guest.
Good thing you have Valentine's Day, February.
It's the only variable in the mystical equation of love that is yours to control, dear reader. YOUR variable. You can't make all the other letters in the alphabet represent love. You're only in charge of your own.
k = love.
I feel like such a genius.
I'm not talking about anything fancy or time-consuming. I'm talking about the daily effort to smile, connect, notice, listen, laugh, hug, compliment, and help, with the occasional handwritten note or piece of candy thrown in. That's IT. That's all I'm talking about.
It really isn't genius, after all. It's pretty much the simplest thing in the world, the thing which comes most naturally, though at times we may feel a bit rusty on the subject.
Friedrich Nietsche said: We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
I'm like anyone else. I have days where this message doesn't resonate or even hurts to hear, but I feel stubborn on the point even if I can't control the ways I wish I'd been loved, it is mine to determine how I will love. That doesn't make me the perfect lover, the perfect wife, mum, sister, daughter, auntie, or friend. But it gives me a reference point. It gives me an idea of how I would like to proceed.
As usual, I have taken a perfectly frilly moment and turned it into something heavy, somber, and grave. It's a special talent I have, a party trick which guarantees I will never be invited to another party.
Listen, by all means celebrate your Valentine's Day with pretty undies, boxes of chocolate, and rose petals strewn from here to kingdom come. But on the day after Valentine's Day, and all the days after that...?
Put love out there.