Hallmark and the chocolate companies are laughing themselves to the bank today.
I'm completely wiped and have spent the day on the couch forced by my immobility to watch a series of princess movies. Heck two of them were Cinderella stories backed right against each other. My guess is, it's to remind all of us who aren't partnered up and hand feeding someone chocolate dipped strawberries right now, what we should be striving for. And for those of us who are watching television to escape the dripping looks of love between couples in the sunshine should all be sad and remorseful that our prince hasn't saved us yet. Every single last one of us deserve to be princesses and have our lives rescued by that perfect prince....
Well, as the 3rd princess movie was wrapping up and the brainwashing was taking hold, that thought crossed my mind. As I really thought about it, I remembered where I've been and what I've been through. I got over wanting to be a princess when I was 8. I also remembered the things that mean something to me and how grateful I am to be who I am, striving to accomplish good things without depending on the aid of another.
If I need flowers, I buy them myself. If I need chocolate, I get it myself. If I need to feel good about myself, then I tell myself that I'm worth it. I don't knock having a partner but I'm also not going to put off anything until that day. And if that day never comes then I will be everything I need. It can be hard but today I will I feel the complete gratitude of being the conductor of my own life.
Heck, I died my hair purple when I was 30, I ran off with my kids to attend university in another city at 32, hula hoop in the living room at random intervals and wear striped socks blatantly and frequently. I truly love being able to be myself without getting that look... you know the one.