Valentines day has come and gone, and I think this is the first year that I celebrated being single. I used to wallow in it, like many other people. Singles Awareness Day, it is so fondly called. But not this year. I went bar hopping with some girls, in a new cute little dress and my trusty knee-high boots. (Remember the blog about the shoes? Yep, that feeling totally came back again on this night.)
We went to some pretty swank places, and yes they were nice but I didn't feel like I fit in. I am way too loud and way too crass to be spending more than an hour or so in those places. I get bored and anxious. I feel much more at home in a bar with beer, not martinis with foliage floating in it. (Although the $14 martini that I bought at one of these places that had an actual flower in it was one of the most delicious drinks I have ever had.)
I got a shot bought for me, and got my grove on at the last place we went to. But most importantly I had a reassuring feeling that where I am at in my life, personal, professional, emotional, is exactly where I am supposed to be. It feels right. It felt good to be going out with other fabulous women and enjoying the evening.
The evening was by no means a bashing of men, or of couples. It was just a good reason to go out on the town and enjoy the moment. I had originally taken the night off because I thought I'd have a date. But since that fell through, I had a pity party for one for about a day, and then jumped over that hurdle. And said Valentines day is going to be my day, date or no date.
And it was. It was a fun-filled evening, but most importantly it reaffirmed all my choices in the past several months. I am right where I need to be.