Big on Chocolate, Not on Fat

"Except nothing and you shall never be disappointed."

Smart man whoever first said that, smart man indeed. This year my expectations for my Birthday and today's Hallmark holiday were at an all-time low and subsequently have both blown me out of the water by how great they've been. It's still a bit early to say how VDay will pan out, but my spirits are high and nothing is bringing me down today. Not even an e-mail saying that a project I spent an entire week working on didn't need to be done in the first place. Nope, not even that.

Being single on Valentine's day is only as depressing as you make it, I think. These people who wear all black and rename it Singles Awareness Day trouble me. Getting that bent out of shape about a holiday designed to sell overpriced flowers, cards and candy seems about as sensible as punching a hole in a wall when you're angry. The wall can't feel pain and your bloody broken hand is only going to be a constant reminder of your stupidity for the next six-to-eight weeks. This is the second year in a row that I'm single on Vday and while admittedly last year was a bit rough, after having had a date for the ten years prior, I got by. And I will this year too. Besides, even when I did have a boyfriend on Vday, my expectations were never blown out of the water. And I kind of like the view from up here this year.