Valentine’s Day: The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen

“The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” This is the definition of faith, as given in the first verse of the eleventh chapter of Hebrews. So how does this apply to Valentine’s Day? Being single on Valentine’s Day requires some serious faith. Yeah, yeah, it is not a REAL holiday. It’s not Easter, it’s not Christmas, it’s not even St. Patrick’s Day. But it is a day. A day to tell everyone how much you love them, though in some cases it is more of a day for women to outdo each other in the age-old game, of “Oh, well look what my man got me?”

But what if you’re a woman without a man at the moment. Or what if you have a man and dude didn’t do shit? Whew, both scenarios you’d hate to be confronted with, though to me, scenario 2 is way worse than scenario 1. But that’s the first mistake, love, even like, is between those people, not the entire office, your entire social network, or your entire group of friends. Let dude do his think, or not, and keep some of it to yourself.

Personally, every year I say I’m not going to sweat it, then I either sweat it or I don’t. What makes this determination? The day of the week on which it falls. If Valentine’s Day occurs Monday – Thursday? Don’t care! If it’s on a Friday, Saturday, Sunday? I care! Spending Friday nights along, eh, but it’s even more blah if it is Valentine’s Day and in your mind the rest of the world is paired up two-by-two out being together. Seeing romantic comedies. Eating dinner at meaningful (or fancy) eateries, exchanging greeting cards, drinking wine. If it’s on a Saturday? Damn damn damn! Everyone is busy with his and hers spa days, shopping sprees (“You can get whatever you want baby.”) and then fabulous nights out. This year it is on Friday, so I’m not going to lie, I’m sweating it.

Yes, I HOPE for some acknowledgement that I’m a pretty excellent woman on this day. That I’m worth my weight in a meal or a movie or some flowers or something! Even in hugs. I know I am, but that acknowledgement, some special attention – well, it’s nice. So we’ll see this year. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing on February 14, I’ll make sure my hair is fabulous. Carol’s Daughter, Miss Jessie’s, those Mixed Chicks…they never disappoint.

Peace, love, and hair grease to everyone this week.


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