Fill in the blank dear reader. That dastardly fellow cupid is winging it's way to it's glory day. Fast approaching is the day of chocolate, over priced roses and trinkets be-speckled with the charms and baubles of loves trappings. You may think this a rant about the commercialism and hype of V Day but you would be wrong.
Years ago I wore black, sent sympathy cards and burned candles under the angry moon and generally raged against the idea of this little bump in the February road. I'm a reformed rager friends, I love Valentines Day. Is it because I have hunk-a hunk-a burning man meat roasting on my romantic spit? No, it's because I embrace the very idea of love in this crazy world. I've been a closet romantic for years. I secretly wished for a hollywood landscape strewn with petals and bubbles and shiny objet galore. My musical score chock full of giant Bruckner-esque chords of hope and swelling amorous rises in pitch and intent. Gone With The Wind "fabulous" has nothing on my inner romantic dreamscape.
I'm coming out. Yep, if Jodie Foster can do it, so can I. I'm coming out as a hopeless romantic who relishes those that I love and adore. Yes, I do have heart shaped chocolate in my possession, yes I did hand make wrapping paper for my Valentine's day gifts, and yes, I am planning on wearing at least one item of clothing on Thursday that has a heart on it.
Romance is in the air and I'm lucky to have love in my life. Most especially my love OF life. I'm wrapping up all this heart felt diatribe and giving it to myself. I'm so grateful for my existence. I'm exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. So self, you will be receiving some amazing things on Thursday, the least of which is a hand crafted confection of your choosing. As for the rest of you lovelies, you know who you are, yes, you can have a cookie or two. For I love you and celebrate my time with your countenance. See you Thursday. I'll be the one glowing with love of oneself and of those around me.
Love,
~Mel
