Love Actually is...all around
Ah, yes. Valentine's day, where my face-book wall is overrun with either smoochy posts boasting of one's amazing significant other, or singles bemoaning the very existence of the day.
I often think and reflect on this day. I was single for every VDay up till last year, yet I never felt lacking in love.
While in Middle and High School, the selective choirs I was in would walk around the school all day, bestowing singing telegrams on lucky (or unlucky) folks. Then I would get home, and my parents focused on the varied types of love within a family, quietly, not to make a point or anything, but we did. I would have gotten flowers from Bop and Dad to come home to, and we would share a meal and watch a movie.
So I'm thinking of the fantastic VDay's I've had, as a single girl.
~Getting a singing telegram on my parents voice mail from my friends in Chamber Chorus, when my G'ma Julie had just died and I wasn't up to going back to school
~Having a single girls boxed wine and PJ's night , after dating eachother at Changs (where they didn't ID- and us freshman got sloshed on Suffering Bastards)with Margo and Caitlin
~Getting cards and chocolate from cast mates when I was rehearsing a show
~ Showing up to dinner with my gay friend Allen to find him in a suit, with flowers, and chocolate covered cherries. He paid for the whole meal- and I dropped him off at Laramie Project rehearsal at The Rainbow Center.
~Working at the cafe when I lived in the Berkshires, then meeting my friend Andrea at the movies. We watched Nanny McFee, and had the whole theater to ourselves.
~ Making cookies with Laura, Tina, and Katrina, and eating them while watching High Fidelity
~ Getting homemade valentines from my students every year
~Getting flowers from Bop for 27 years in a row until his passing.
Were there times, during all of these, I wish I had a romantic love to celebrate the day with? Indeed! But it was all about the attitude. The times I focused on the lack of romantic love, I would end up drunk and depressed. But when I remembered that love is ubiquitous in my life, and bounding, then there weren't enough hours in just one day to celebrate where the love in my life is- because it's everywhere.
Last year I had a boyfriend. But he worked on a project while I played with his son, and his ex (the sons mom) invited herself over to give the child a valentine. I never really thought of basically babysitting my boyfriends son only to have an awkward run in with his self-imposing ex as my ideal February 14th, so in terms of the WORST valentines day ever, that one was it. And it was the only one with a boyfriend.
So yes, as that ole chestnut of a movie states: "If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.”
I often think and reflect on this day. I was single for every VDay up till last year, yet I never felt lacking in love.
While in Middle and High School, the selective choirs I was in would walk around the school all day, bestowing singing telegrams on lucky (or unlucky) folks. Then I would get home, and my parents focused on the varied types of love within a family, quietly, not to make a point or anything, but we did. I would have gotten flowers from Bop and Dad to come home to, and we would share a meal and watch a movie.
So I'm thinking of the fantastic VDay's I've had, as a single girl.
~Getting a singing telegram on my parents voice mail from my friends in Chamber Chorus, when my G'ma Julie had just died and I wasn't up to going back to school
~Having a single girls boxed wine and PJ's night , after dating eachother at Changs (where they didn't ID- and us freshman got sloshed on Suffering Bastards)with Margo and Caitlin
~Getting cards and chocolate from cast mates when I was rehearsing a show
~ Showing up to dinner with my gay friend Allen to find him in a suit, with flowers, and chocolate covered cherries. He paid for the whole meal- and I dropped him off at Laramie Project rehearsal at The Rainbow Center.
~Working at the cafe when I lived in the Berkshires, then meeting my friend Andrea at the movies. We watched Nanny McFee, and had the whole theater to ourselves.
~ Making cookies with Laura, Tina, and Katrina, and eating them while watching High Fidelity
~ Getting homemade valentines from my students every year
~Getting flowers from Bop for 27 years in a row until his passing.
Were there times, during all of these, I wish I had a romantic love to celebrate the day with? Indeed! But it was all about the attitude. The times I focused on the lack of romantic love, I would end up drunk and depressed. But when I remembered that love is ubiquitous in my life, and bounding, then there weren't enough hours in just one day to celebrate where the love in my life is- because it's everywhere.
Last year I had a boyfriend. But he worked on a project while I played with his son, and his ex (the sons mom) invited herself over to give the child a valentine. I never really thought of basically babysitting my boyfriends son only to have an awkward run in with his self-imposing ex as my ideal February 14th, so in terms of the WORST valentines day ever, that one was it. And it was the only one with a boyfriend.
So yes, as that ole chestnut of a movie states: "If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.”