Singled Out

When you are single, there are few days as hard to take as Valentine's Day. Most of the time I'm fine being solo -- although I do go through phases with that -- but the period leading up to what I like to refer to as "VD", filled as it is with images constantly in your face (and by "yours" I mean "mine") of happy couples. I'm sure I'm not the only who feels that way, and honestly, having been married and divorced twice, I know that being part of a couple isn't necessarily happy. I feel bad for my youngest son, who in the past two weeks (about six months after his relationship with his girlfriend ended) has been through her birthday, the anniversary of their meeting, and now Valentine's Day.

In the past, I have thought about going to one of the many "Anti-Valentine's Day" parties around town, but that seems so bitter. I'm not bitter, just sometimes a little lonely. I was talking to someone about this a few days ago, and she agreed that there should be a nice way for singles to celebrate the day. Maybe there is and I just don't know about it. My middle son's girlfriend texted me happy wishes earlier today, and she told me to do treat myself to a "Galentine's" martini day. Thanks, but no thanks. The last thing I need to do is start drinking! Instead, I'm treating myself to a go-through-vintage-shit-to-consign-it day. I have an appointment with a local vintage shop on Wednesday. It feels great to unpack those items and get them ready for new homes.

My oldest son is celebrating with his daughters, and I think that's very sweet. I hope for him too that he someday has someone special -- in addition to his daughters; of course, they're quite special -- to spend not just Valentine's Day with, but all of his life. For now, as far as my own situation goes, I'm just going to ride out the day, completing productive tasks and relaxing. Life is good, and I know that -- despite not having a love interest -- I'm fortunate enough to have many people who love and care for me. That makes me happy, today and every day.