Just when we all thought that January would never end, we welcomed the new month today with relief. Somehow the end of January signifies the end of one of the longest months of the year not just because it has thirty-one days on the calendar. It can be argued that perhaps someone somewhere miscalculated and we now have around ninety-three days in January. It’s possible. If Pluto isn’t a planet anymore, we can have ninety-three days in January.

In sweeps February and with it comes the celebration of Valentine’s Day for some, and for others it’s just going to be an ordinary Thursday. I feel this day is overrated. I will celebrate it in my own way and give my kids cute teddy bears and candy, and perhaps flowers too, but it’s not really necessary to do that on Valentine’s Day. You can do this on any other day throughout the year.

 

I don’t begrudge anyone wanting to celebrate this day, but I also feel that it kind of puts pressure on people who maybe don’t have a Valentine to shower them with love, affection, gifts or a dinner date, that they need to be a part of something.

After having lived alone for years with only my children to love and celebrate me, I’ll advise you to stop looking for love on this particular day. Celebrate you. Love yourself.

 

Also, log off social media if it makes you feel bad. Unrealistic standards are set. I can guarantee you that anyone posting a whole load of lovely-dovey stuff on Valentine’s Day may not be as loved up as we are shown on social media, hashtags and all. We hide behind the façade of living a perfect life when in fact it’s not.

Post away if it makes you happy. That’s your way of celebrating and no one can tell you what you can and cannot do. On the other hand, if you’re not celebrating, I’m wishing you a happy Thursday the 14^thin advance.