I feel at peace with myself right now on Valentine’s Day.
I am alone, but not lonely.
I’ve gone through all the permutations of trying to understand why I choose to be alone today, and I can honestly say that today I am happy, content, and in love with myself.
I choose to stand by my standards of a meaningful relationship.
I choose to not settle in order to fulfill a societal insistence that women should be attached to a man in order to happy.
I am open to a loving companionship, but I do not live in desperation to be in one.
Happiness needs to already from within *before* becoming entangled with someone else.
I see the sun shining through the window and I watch joy fill my room.
I am alive.
I am in love.
I feel love.
I feel loved.
I am alone, but I am not alone.
The people I love and who love me are here with me.
I celebrate love today.
I love myself today.
I celebrate the sacred feast of Love in the constant Now.