I’m fully onboard the “Valentine’s Day Is Pretty Dumb” train. In fact, there was a span of 4-5 years where I could’ve called myself the conductor.
Granted, it’s a pretty cool day when you have someone to celebrate with (assuming that someone wants to celebrate with you).
But even then, it’s kind of a stupid holiday. Mostly because we shouldn’t have to wait for this one day to tell another person how much we care about them.
It’s my same issue with the holiday season. Why can’t we have the spirit of generosity and warm fuzzies year-round?
That said, I’m not totally sold on the idea of needing an S.O. to celebrate.
Celebrate your damn self for once.
This Valetine’s Day, I’m going all in on self love. Doing anything and everything to make myself happy.
Because here’s thing: You’re going to be really bad at making other people happy if you’re totally miserable or faking joy or doing anything other than being honest about what you actually want.
So what do I want?
I want to wake up peacefully all on my own. Not at the will of a very rude alarm making noises thought up by the Devil himself.
(The nice thing about this is I can no longer “sleep in” any later than 8:15, so it won’t delay the Self Love festivities one bit.)
And if said wakeup is to the tune of birds chirping and maybe a light rain hitting the roof, so be it.
I want a giant cinnamon roll for breakfast with an absurdly expensive, ungodly sugary coffee drink to wash it down.
I want to catch up on all of my favorite shows without feeling guilty about how I’m using that time.
I want to skip the gym, not because a good workout makes me unhappy, but because it requires changing into a sports bra designed to make my ribcage 10 sizes smaller and I think it goes without saying that situation is every kind of uncomfortable.
And it doesn’t make me happy.
I want to satisfy my sweet tooth anytime it calls, be it 10 o’clock in the morning or 9 o’clock at night. Chocolate will be within arm’s reach.
I want to put my phone on Do Not Disturb literally all day, because sometimes it’s nice to just sit with your own thoughts for a while.
Anyone who doesn’t understand will receive a stern talking to after Self Love Day.
I want to eat entirely too much at a restaurant I never visit because no occasion ever seems special enough.
(This particular want may delay Self Love Day a full 24-48 hours, because said restaurants will be packed with actual V-Day celebrants and I simply will not have time for that.)
I WANT TO NOT BE COLD. If this means not leaving my house for the day, so be it. I’ll have pizza delivered and indulge without giving a second thought to calorie count or the fact that every other ingredient will likely cause me to break out.
I want to go to bed at 8 p.m. Not for the sake of falling asleep earlier, but to continue the aforementioned warmth under my super comfy covers, with Netflix on blast and a cup of tea in hand.
I want to pop a melatonin at approximately 10 p.m. and get a full eight hours of sleep, ready to conquer the day ahead as a fully rejuvenated, self-loved woman, more than capable of showing other people the same appreciation she’s shown herself.
And I could say I want to do this every day for the rest of time, but I’m not sure I do. For one, the special would wear off real quick.
For another, I’d get fat in even less time.
And the only thing that makes me happier than any of the activities listed above is seeing my friends and family just as happy.
So it could be a monthly thing? Even in moderation. Just spend half of a Saturday at the spa or seeing a movie by myself. Going to an actual store to find a cute new outfit just because.
Maybe I’ll let other people in on the festivities? Lock ourselves in on a Sunday with an entire series ready to binge and new nail colors to lacquer on.
(And as tempted as I am to put a ban on real clothes and require scrubs in observance, I won’t. Because who’s to say dressing up and brushing on a super hot smokey eye can’t be someone else’s Want?)
The only rule is to make sure it’s a real Want. Something you know will make you happy. Something you do for yourself and nobody else.
Because whether you know it or not, as a good person, you end up making every other day about them.
AND THAT’S OKAY.
Just not on Self Love Day.
Love yourself with some Kesha.