Valentines Day. What a perfect opportunity to drop some girl talk on you. It's a day to make you feel like shit. Yeah I said it. I have honestly had one amazing Valentine's Day in 31 years, and amittedly, I wasn't mature enough to appreciate it. I was made an amazing Valentine's Day dinner and the next morning flown from Denver to NYC to ice skate in Rockefeller Center and go to see my family's names on the memorial on Ellis Island. That is the stuff that RomCom's are made of, and a once in a lifetime opportunity. I appreciate it now as a very special weekend. But guess what? For the first time in 9 years I am single on this hallmark holiday and honestly, I haven't been more happy. Look, I am a romantic. I believe in passion and acts of love...trust me, I really do. I also believe in loving yourself. I have recently come to accept that the two are not mutually exclusive.
|Wearing: Skirt: Zara. Top: Via Poshmark. Shoes: Steve Madden.|
So, while y'all are eating your weight in chocolate, decadent food, and enjoying your flowers, I will be drinking a bottle of really expensive cabernet, enjoying a bacon wrapped filet mignon, and cuddling with Romeo, and watching Netflix. If you don't think that this sounds amazing, you are sorely mistaken, possibly not yet 30, and will be gladly celebrating February 15....Ya know Steak and a youknowwhat day.
Heart Shaped Candy.