All My Single Ladies, All My Single Ladies ...

Whether you admit it or not, celebrate it or not, it's natural to feel a little salty being single on Valentine's Day. All "it's a commercial holiday created for sales" excuses aside, it's natural to desire companionship on any day of the year. Especially February 14. No need to flex.

Of course, I had a few date options but ultimately decided to sit inside, have a drink, put "This Thing Called Life" on repeat, and order a Papa Johns heart-shaped pizza. After all, pizza and August Alsina are the only baes I acknowledge. Lol. But really, I just don't believe in wasting anyone's time (wish other's felt the same). I've been emotionally shut down for a while. Sitting in a restaurant with someone I legit know I'm not interested in, surrounded by dozens of couples that are actually in love wasn't the (uncomfortable) plan. I'd rather be precisely where I'm at.

I had a boyfriend this time last year, and consider myself better off NOW. When it comes to companionship in the present, quality over anything else. I could easily have a dude all the days of my life, if "not being single" was the goal. But it's not the goal. I know what I am looking for/ what I deserve, and until he comes along I don't feel I need to settle just to show everyone else I have options or to feel complete. That's so pre-2016.

I'm starting to feel the pressure of being 26 (this year) and having no kids. Knocking on 30's door. My mom keeps throwing hints. But on another note, I didn't end up with a child with someone I discovered had another family on the side *sips tea*. I will get there when I get there.

So. Yes. It's Valentine's Day, you're strolling Netflix in your mumu, need to shave, and "the valley is dry". BUT. You aren't in a relationship by yourself. You didn't buy a gift for someone who "doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day" (aka, you didn't play the fool), you aren't anxiously waiting for a text that isn't coming, you won't get the "something came up, can I see you?" text tomorrow, you aren't being sexed properly behind closed doors and hidden in public, you aren't second option. your pillow is dry, and you're sleeping at night. With that being said, you LOVE the fuck out of YOURSELF.

Happy Valentine's Day! ❤