Last night I stopped in at Whole Foods, and the roses and tulips were overflowing the flower buckets. I hadn’t intended to buy myself two dozen long-stemmed peach roses, but when I saw them, they were just so lovely. What better way to take care of me, nurture me, celebrate my awesomeness, than to buy myself this Valentine’s gift? So I took them to the counter and asked the flower girl to add some baby’s breath and wrap them up. She wrapped them in orange tissue paper, and they were so gorgeous, I could feel myself beaming.
My checker said, “Those are going to make someone very happy.”
I said, “Me!”
We both laughed. It felt good. It got me thinking–I shall continue in this vein for the next few days. Today I’m going to buy myself six of the most delectable hand-made truffles I can find. And I’m going to book myself an hour-and-a-half massage at my favorite day spa for next weekend.
There’s no need to be sad and lonesome on Valentine’s Day. Be your own Valentine. You get better flowers.