Tuesday, February 11, 2014

About the Fourteenth of February

Interestingly enough, many men and women have distinct reactions to being "unattached" on this particular day of the year.  Many have loved and lost, be it through physical death or death of a relationship.  Both carry varying degrees of sorrow and/or anger.  Deep down, there is a wistful lament for what was, for what cannot be, and for the pain of the moment.

This year, I am finding myself rather numb.  I have the opportunity to inform my heart of many things.

This year, I am deciding that whether or not I am despised and rejected, unappreciated or ignored, I will not permit the decisions, past and present, of other men to dictate how I am going to approach this Friday, and more importantly, how I am going to feel in the days leading up to it, and particularly on the day of.

This year, on Valentine's Day, I am going to work for my client. Then I am going to see if I can cheer up a lonely, elderly widow, or spend time reading to the elderly in assisted living.  I try to think about being alone at the end of my days, and I think I would love it if someone took an interest in me on this particular holiday, whether I am cognizant of their presence, or remember them after they have left.

Focusing on others is an antidote to self-pity, and it does wonders for the soul.


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