Happy Valentine’s (weekend) y’all!
I admit, I am way into the Hallmark ‘holiday’—more into it than I care to admit, but admit it I am. I am a romantic and so I figure any excuse to celebrate love so openly and forthcoming, and sometimes so tack-ily, I’m all in. Even if I’m flying solo.
I am single. For the majority of my life I have been single. Granted, I am young, but not too young to warrant the idea that it would be near impossible to have been shacked up for most of my life. Case in point: If I stayed together with my boyfriend at 17, then yeah, nearly half my life I would have been partnered up. But, that is not the case. Nor do I want it to be (though at the time, first love was all about together forever).
The romantic in me loves the idea of young-love till-death-do-us-part riding-off-into-the-sunset growing-old-together love. Yet, at 32 with separated parents and friends with separated parents, hell, dating people who have a marriage under their belt even…and with a rear-view of my past relationships? I am also realistic. There very well could be that person out there who is my match, my equal… dare I say it again? My lobster. I have to believe there are, but I’m not too attached to the idea anymore. I’m doing me. Always working on me. Cultivating my interests, planting my seeds to create a life I am happy living and will be happy to live (with me alone). That all starts here… with me (bonus if I meet a lobster along the way).
In the ever-so-eloquent words of Buffy:
Buffy: I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.
On this the eve of Valentine’s Day, not letting Hallmark or people’s newsfeeds of their coupledom remind me of my singleness, I have a plan in place.
A fellow single gal pal (#galentines!) and I will get together in a few hours, order in a pizza while we share in our platonic love for each other and celebrate us in traditional young female glory: painting our nails, watching romantic movies, stuffing our faces with cheesy pizza, popcorn, a DQ ice cream cake(!) and booze… we may also be wearing onesies while we be so comfortably us. I cannot wait.
For all you singles out there, go forth and eat cake.