February is a painful month for
those of us who have not found love. Worse
yet, it is painful for those of us who have not found someone who reciprocates
our love.
We are the Charlie Brown’s, the
kids who never get a card on Valentine’s Day, when we should be looking around
us and acknowledging there are many kinds of love and they are not all
dependent on finding a partner or a cheap little card in our decorated paper
bags.
I wasted the majority of my life trying
to win the love of my first husband until one day I realized I deserved
better. I realized I needed to start by loving
myself more than chasing after someone who did not prize me.
It was when I opened my eyes to
all the love around me that I fought for my independence and changed the course
of my life.
I love HoneyBunch, doughnuts, and
warm socks. I love daylight and peanut
M&Ms and my grandchildren. I love
truth, and humor, and kindness.
Once I realized the true
definition of love, I found I was no longer Charlie Brown. I was more like Linus, content with myself.
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