My Funny Valentine

I am equal parts cynic and hopeless romantic. I am prone to swooning like a school girl as well as questioning the intention of everything. And I don’t particularly like Valentine’s Day.

Don’t get me wrong–I am all for sharing expressions of love with friends, family, and lovers–but I’ve always hated the “manufactured holiday” feel that it has. The very idea of having one, single day on which we proclaim our love seems to set up expectations that are all too often dashed with despair and loneliness or the feeling of somehow falling miserably short.

A few years ago, I began to reinvent my Valentine’s Day. I began to think of myself as my very own funny Valentine. I took time to notice the very “me-ness” of me and treat myself to whatever might delight my senses. Sometimes that translated to a big bouquet of spring tulips, other times it meant I excused myself from the mindless routine of everyday life and sat with myself bundled up by the water and watched the ferries cross. Being my own Valentine didn’t mean justifying buying more stuff anymore than receiving stuff from your lover means that he or she loves you any more deeply.

In Julia Cameron’s book “The Artist’s Way” she prescribes homework in order to live a more creative, vibrant life. The “Artist Date” is one of those assignments. Once a week or even once a month, take yourself (by yourself!) on a whimsical adventure that interests you. It doesn’t have to be complicated or expensive. In fact, the cheaper and simpler the better. Take yourself on a date and pay attention. Spend an hour or two of quality time with yourself. As a writer and artist, the most valuable thing I can do to improve my craft is to pay attention. Drive down a road you have never traveled and pay attention. Sit in the Arboretum or the forest and pay attention. Walk into an exquisite old stone church, sit in the pews and pay attention. Look up. Look around. What does it smell like? What do you hear? And how is it touching you?

Does the idea of this make you squirm?

I often equate a yoga practice to “coming home.” Coming home to yourself. Home can be beautiful and comforting. Home can also be messy and complicated. When we come home, it is tempting to ignore the dustballs under the sofa and the clutter on the counter. But the more we ignore, the bigger it becomes. Coming home to yourself as you are asks you to spend that quality time with the very “you-ness” of you, warts and all. Cobwebs as well as the freshly vacuumed carpet. If you don’t like what you see, stay open to the possibility of change. Perhaps what you see begins to delight you, in a uniquely “you” kind of way.

This morning I came downstairs and was greeted by a big vase of spring-like tulips sitting on the table. The Mister knows me well. There is a card which will undoubtedly express a sentiment of love and I will appreciate the time and effort and thought that he took to make me smile. There are cards and candy for everyone. It feels good, to be sure. With the tulips already gifted, I immediately wondered what I should choose as my Valentine’s celebration. I felt giddy just imagining the possibilities.

“Do more than just accept yourself, tolerate yourself, put up with yourself, endure who you are. Love yourself. Have you abandoned yourself? Let yourself feel if that’s true. Then learn to experience love for yourself. Learn to love the way you handle things. Love your unique way of learning, growing, and seeing things. Love where you’ve been. Love what you’ve done. Love where you are, and what you’re doing now. Love how you look, smell, and feel. Love the color of your eyes, the color of your hair, and the radiance in your heart. Love how you laugh. Love how you cry. Love your mistakes and all the good you’ve done. Love it all. Love all of you.” ~ Melody Beattie

Take yourself on a Valentine’s date. Spend some quality time with yourself, by yourself. Love the very “you-ness” of you, your very own funny Valentine.

3 thoughts on “My Funny Valentine

  1. Andrea

    I feel the same way. I don’t have a sweetheart right now but I like being told or shown someones love on a random day not a hallmark day. Flowers are always nice. 🙂 So, I do appreciate the tulips. I just don’t feel bad today because I don’t have a love. I’m going trail running and to spin class. Woot! Happy Valentines Day!

  2. Pam Barrow

    Good morning Tracie,

    I am rereading your valentine’s message for the second time and find I am inspired to be more accepting of myself and blessed by your words. Thank you. My dear daughter, Leslie Martin, sent this to me and I have forwarded it on to friends. One friend, especially, has been greatly touched. She is not well and needs special encouragement.

    Love your website. I have built websites before in another life and know how challenging they are but also how rewarding when they are so much fun.

    I have had many yoga teachers in my past who I have admired. They all have different ways of teaching and encouraging, but they all share in the deep conviction of what yoga can do for everyone at their own level of practice. I look forward to practicing yoga again. I have had back decompression therapy and need to be careful for a while longer. My chiropracter says I can start soon.

    As an aside, my step-mother who passed when she was 100, practiced yoga for many years (started when it wasn’t popular) and was included in a book written by her yoga teacher. The pictures of Mom in the book was such an inspiration to me when I was younger. She attributes her health and long life to the continual practice of yoga.

    I live, think and write in BOLD. KEEP UP THE VALUABLE WORK!!!!

  3. me

    How beautifully written and how applicable today as it was on Valentine’s Day. But that is the message. How bless-ed I feel to call you my friend and how inspired I am, this Monday morning. The possibilities….they’re exciting. I will abandon myself, no more. I agree with Pam…keep up the valuable work. And thank you. xoxo

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