I have left a link below to The Grief Reality’s excellent post regarding Valentine’s cards.
It’s true. We have to love ourselves first.
Some of us had undemonstrative parents and find it hard to hug another person or outwardly show love, thereby giving totally the wrong impression to their nearest and dearest. How much easier it is to hug your valentine if you’ve spent your whole childhood surrounded by loving parents who showed their affection! My aunt positively enveloped me with love throughout my early years, which made up for the lack of hugs from my parents. Yes, they loved me I know, but were of the old school and found it hard to hug.
This love of self also involves looking after our bodies, because yes, we only get one shot at it and we cannot get away from ourselves. We all spend the second half of our lives having to live with the results of the excesses of the first half, which explains why so many middle aged and elderly people are so bloody miserable! So far I’ve managed to avoid the consequences of over-eating as I’ve never been able to eat just for the sake of it, although my knees sometimes creak from too much jogging in my thirties and forties.
Would I send myself a Valentine’s card? No, I don’t think so because I’m happy with the one I get every February 14th from my husband of 40 years, who wrote in this year’s effort that he doesn’t want to spend lockdown with anybody else but me, lol (which is great as he hasn’t got a choice!). I don’t actively dislike myself, and am reasonably happy with my lot. Sure, I’d like to slough off all the after-effects of radiotherapy, which will be with me for the rest of my life, but they don’t stop me doing anything I want to.
Greetings cards in general are just there to make a profit for the companies involved, although teenagers will disagree when it comes to waiting for Valentine’s Day cards to come through the letter box. Why do I need birthday cards to remind me that I’m a year older? I’d rather forget that reality and move on. It’s just tradition, and that tradition will keep us buying the buggers for evermore. However, some of my friends now do not send Christmas cards, and I think that’s an excellent idea. Would I stop sending them? Probably not, because of what people might think if they don’t receive one from me. Cards are a waste of money, but the manufacturers depend on emotional blackmail to ensure their products get sold. They didn’t win with Grandparents’ Day cards though, which thankfully seemed to die the death a few years back.
As The Grief Reality said… would you send yourself a Valentine’s Day card?