Valentines Day

A Promise To My First Love

If you’re looking for an overly soppy, lovey dovey type of post, then I suggest that you look elsewhere, because that’s not what this is.

I don’t like Valentines day. As a (quite happily) single person, I don’t have a significant other to buy me cards, and flowers and chocolates. I don’t mind. I actually don’t need them.

The thing is, Valentines has been built up into this massive hype, over something which, in the grand scheme of things, is not important at all. I feel it has become something of a reminder to couples to do something that they should be doing throughout the year anyway. We shouldn’t need a special day to love on those who are important to us.

And don’t get me started on school kids (particularly in primary schools) and how they have to take valentines in for the whole class — I may sound like grumpy cat, but, JUST… NO! Let kids be kids! There’s plenty of time for Valentines when they’re a little bit older!

But, I digress.

I don’t do Valentines normally, and I read a blog post about self care this Valentine’s day, and it suggested sending one to yourself, and while I have no intention of doing that, it did give me an idea.

Rather than sending a Valentine to myself, I am going to start a year long project. This will be my version of a Valentine, and I am sending it, not to a person, but to my first love…

WRITING

I want to really dig down into my writing this year. I plan to carry a notebook with me at all times, and to record everything I think of in it… quotes, thoughts, ideas… every single little thing.

I used to do this all the time, but as I got older, the worries about what people might think of me crept in, but the thing I’ve realised is that people will think what they’re going to think, and they’re going to do that whether I’m ‘acting normal’ or not. The fact of the matter is that I am a freak. I have known this from a very young age, and I am NOT ashamed of that fact, so for this next year, I will let my ‘freak’ flag fly, and I will have a notebook with me at all times, and you know what? If I think of something, or hear something interesting, I am going to record it in that notebook. I am going to hide my life within its pages, and I am not going to worry about people thinking that I’m strange, because in reality, they already do anyway.