Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime
Here it is the month of love and lust, chocolate and
carnations (no one can afford roses), greeting cards and something that sparkles
for your adorable earlobes; perfect swan neck; or pretty ring finger.
I believe Valentine’s Day is for the young because they have
energy; they promote endurance; they advertise enthusiasm. Their heartbreaks
have been few, and expectations not nearly as unrealistic as mine. I want to say bah hum bug to Valentine’s Day,
and then I remember I was young once and looked forward to mushy cards, stuffed
animals, and dime store chocolates.
I
remember all the homemade cards I received in elementary school; although I
think the teachers twisted the arms of the little boys. Nevertheless, the cards were small and
colorful and innocent. Although I am
neither small (a size 8, not a size 4) and far from innocent, I can safely
say I’m colorful. For the most part this Montana woman is happy and positive
that the economy will improve, the interest rates
will go down, and gasoline remains $2.98 per gallon.
I try each day to have FAITH and HOPE.
There are some things in this life you cannot change – you may delay
paying a household bill or camouflage those “11” lines between your eyes, but
sooner or later it’s going to happen. My advice this February 2014 is:
Stand up, look in the mirror, gaze into the eyes of
experience and say welcome. Love
yourself; your life circumstances; your challenges. Tell fear and pessimism to take a back seat
in the bus. I know it’s difficult to
wait for the good stuff but it’s out there and coming to you! You may be
another year older; there may be an extra five pounds on your frame; you might even
want to take a nap to get through the day.
But do all in moderation and never give up hope.
Women are like chocolates - some are sweet; some are nutty;
some with sprinkles. There are women you
want to spend an entire day with, others just a quick cup of coffee and be gone
with them. Basically we’re a
wonderful variety of flavors.
So this year don’t wait for Mr. Right or Ms. Right to purchase a Hallmark card and dark chocolate Dove truffles. Go
buy yourself a pair of big girl red panties; get a bunch of inexpensive flowers
at the supermarket; buy something that sparkles and tell yourself:
I’m not old,
tired, and ready to burn out. Although there’s snow on the roof, there’s heat
in my belly.