No, really, I mean it. Happy Valentine's Day!
By all accounts, this day should be terrible for me. I'm home alone, sick with probably bronchitis. It's mid-afternoon and I've done nothing but watch TV and read half a chapter of a book. I'm starting to feel a little better, but the odds that I leave this house sit at about 1%. I still have 2 cans of soup. But I've also got no reason to lie, not after the relatively depressing (if true) Children of the Dirt Post. So here's all of my honesty: I'm glad my friends and family have love in their lives. Some people got married last week; I think some others are getting married today. A couple of people got engaged. That's good. New relationships, deepening relationships, changing relationships. I want to live in a world where people love each other, and work hard to understand each other and make things better. Love is at the center of that. All kinds of love. And I have love in my life. Valentine's Day is an invented holiday, anyhow. Why can't I choose to focus on what I do have, rather than what I lack? Isn't everyone just trying to the the best they can with what they have? You know, I didn't even see that much gushy stuff on Facebook. I hope people are not avoiding Facebook because of me, or people like me. Or maybe I don't -- it's kind of nice that folks out there might really consider what makes other people feel hurt or sad on a day like today. Not just me -- there are lots of other people out there like me. But I'll say it again, because it's the truth: I'm good. C'mon, I just dropped a hundo on books and scheduled another Stitch Fix. #ilovemyself
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