Valentine’s Day. That one day a year that is all about love. Some are eagerly awaiting a surprise romantic dinner, or flowers and chocolates. Others are planning to curl up on the couch, angst-ridden, eating ice cream from the tub while watching Bridget Jones in the dark.
After the heartbreak of divorce last year, I was firmly in the ‘Bridget Jones’ camp. As much as I wished I could be one of those people who dismisses Valentine’s Day as the trivial commercialisation of love, I’ve always kinda liked it. I have a busy schedule as did my partner so having a day that had momentum behind it to remind us to take time out together was great. But when I realised that we are only two from this previously happy day, I was weighed down by one thought – does the celebration of love stop now that I’m single?
It seems ridiculous that we only celebrate love when we love someone else. I was lamenting the death of romance in my life when I was reminded of an Oscar Wilde quote a friend showed me the last time I found myself single – to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. This idea of self-love is something I wanted to embrace but how?