I’m not sure if it’s just my age or if time really is on steroids. I’ve still been wishing people ‘Happy New Year’ up until a few days ago and now this rude awakening to the fact that time has certainly marched on.
February is considered the month of love and though I don’t make any effort when valentines day pops around it does remind me of my high school days when there was a kind of frenzied excitement over anonymous and not so anonymous gestures of admiration and interest. Expectations were high and results were often disappointing.
Oh to be one of the popular girls needing assistance to carry your truck load of flowers and cards received from giddy love struck boys. I was not one of those girls and I recall just one year when I built up the courage to send a card to a really nice boy. I bet you wondering what happened next well sweet nothing because I wasn’t brave enough to sign my name. The fear of rejection outweighed every other teenage intention.
As we head into the month of roses, hearts, blossoming romance and established relationships I hope you’ll make the most of February however you choose to celebrate it.
Over the last few days the weather has turned rather nasty for this time of year forcing me to turn the central heating on and prompting me to pack away our summer clothes. Britain isn’t exactly well-known for keeping it together when it comes to the seasons. Funnily enough though the warm, sunny days seem to have vanished and replaced by heavy rain and flood warnings.
While out and about at the mall today a strange thing happened. I was completely confused about what time of year it was. In one store that I visited there were Easter eggs, red balloons, pink balloons, Christmas decorations and plenty of picnic stuff on display I honestly felt like they were playing a sick joke of guess the occasion with me. I took my pick and it’s official I started my Christmas shopping today and I feel awesome. One down and far too many to go.
Looking around at the trees I think they’ve not been given the seasonal memo either. If I was a fully clothe deciduous tree displaying my autumn range of colours I’d be mad at the rain for cheating me out of a chance to let my gold, yellow and red leaves glisten in the sunlight. I guess they’re all dying to be evergreen trees right about now.
It’s truly been four seasons in a day for me and I’m not quite sure if I should end the day by having an Easter egg hunt, putting up the Christmas tree or sending a message to my valentine. I haven’t made up my mind much like the weather maybe now is the time to do things my way!
Love and the celebration of it is as diverse as the people giving and getting love. Whether it involves spouses, friends or relatives the expression of love is as beautiful as it is complex. The truth is everybody longs to be loved and appreciated.
Happy Valentines day to one and all. May the martyrdom of Saint Valentine inspire you to do over and beyond what is expected of you! Loving selflessly, endlessly and eternally.