You can get it from your girlfriends (by gosh, I do), you can get it from your family, you can get it from you colleagues, you can get it from that stranger that smiles at you on the way to work. You can get it any ol' place that you give it. And in the end (and in the infamous words of The Beatles) it's all you need. Because when you love and when you have people that really truly love you, little else matters. And I honestly believe that.
One of my favourite blog posts maybe ever (you can read it here) talks about love. But not in that mushy send-me-a-dozen-roses kind of way – although, don't get me wrong, that sappy romance would be most welcome in this single lady's life and if you fancy sending me a bunch, my preference is that they come with wine – but in a very grounding way. Because I think that's what love does. It grounds you. It puts things into perspective. It gives you a purpose and a path. And it fills your life as much as it fills your heart.
I might not have a "Valentine" this year (unless you count my mum, which sorry mum, but I don't) and I might have to buy my own box of Guylian seashells, but I'm content to say I'm not missing out on anything in the love stakes. In fact, I'm surrounded by love. My life is packed full of people who care about me and support me and are always in my corner. (And thank goodness because the number of times I call on them is somewhere near infinity.) So today I'm going to embrace this not-even-a-little-bit-ridiculous holiday and celebrate it. I'm going to wear a bit of red and give out some lovey dovey notes and maybe even watch The Notebook.