Disclaimer: I realise that there is Mother's, Father's, Children’s, and Best Friend’s Day as well as a bucket load of other love-base holidays. Valentine’s just happens to be my favourite. Plus! it’s like the pre-holiday to each of these. I also realise that many of my rules have their annoying exceptions, but let's not worry about those!
Even though it’s not enough of a holiday to warrant a day off, Valentine’s Day is by far my favourite holiday. Here are my top 5 reasons why.
(1) Red and pink! The simplest reason that I love Valentine’s Day, is the colour scheme. I just love red and pink so much!
(2) You get to be nice! It seems to me, that February 14th is one of the few days when people can be honest and NICE without others [feeling the need to] wonder and worry about secret agendas etc. I really miss those adorable cards we'd give out to EVERY person in the class...ahhhh!
(3) The smiles on people’s faces! Next time you compliment someone or give them an unexpected gift, watch their response. If it’s not totally awkward and creepy, their responses can be amazing. I wish I could bottle people’s happy responses up for a rainy day (in a completely non-serial killer way). (Slight side note: Compliments are like little tiny gifts packaged as sentences!)
(4) A whole day full of hearts, chocolate, and pink all in one day?! I find this reason to be fairly self-explanatory.
(5) I just love love (love in the purest sense of the word). I don’t think that Valentine’s brings out love in its purest form, but love can be expressed in its purest form with no problem.
I wish every day could be Valentine’s Day. I get sick of all the Facebook posts that are soliloquies about the compounded love between two people. I get sick of the shared Instagram photos of the “perfect” Valentine’s Day. And the gazillion “Why Being Single During Valentine’s is a Good Thing!” posts.
I wish every day could be Valentine’s Day, because then you wouldn’t have to wait to say a sincere thank you.
Thank you to your mum, dad, or sibling. Thank you to your friend or teacher. Thank you to that random person who made your day that ONE time.
You’d get to say thank you, without receiveing weird looks.
So, next week, when the buzz of telling your dad you love him wears off, tell him you love him anyway. And while you’re at it, even though “her day” was 2 months ago, tell your mum thank you!
Do me a favour and help me make every day Valentine’s Day? Tell a sincere thank you at least once a week. A thank you with some meaning behind it.
What’s your favourite holiday and why?
"Ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten." - Lilo and Stitch
I don't want to forget who I was. I hear songs or smell a scent and certain memories and feelings resurface. Sometimes they're of overwhelmingly happy times, but more generally they remind me of the person I was before.
Some days I romanticise the past, but more often I do the opposite. I make out whatever time period I'm thinking about to be the worst of my life, which is usually wrong. (*I say ‘usually’, because logically in a timeline of events there is going to be a lower point somewhere. So, with all my reminiscing, I’m bound to be right eventually.)
When I am in this place, I feel like willing myself into forgetting the past, but in the long run I don't want to forget.
I am who I am because I messed up and embarrassed myself. I am who I am because I let myself be who I was in that moment, and because other times I refused to be her.
I like to think that I’m doing the best with the life I have in front of me with what I know. And though I may not agree with past me, I like to think that I did the same before.
I may have not have made every day a magical place full of learning and happiness, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters to me, in this moment, is that all of my choices lead me here. Here to this blog, here to this post. And I get to choose where this blog and this post lead me to tomorrow, in a week, and in ten years.
I really don't want to forget who I was, because [maybe, just maybe] understanding and accepting her will help me do the same with the me I am today.
Three-hundred two words later, and I think that I’ve said all I need to for now.
So here's to moving forward while still giving props to our past selves. Here's to forgiving ourselves, but not forgetting; we wouldn't [necessarily] be here without our pasts. Here's to not ruining the Space-Time Continuum.
Pre-writing worries: Last night, I was feeling super inspired to write this super amazing post and go a little crazy and post my first ever video. But as I sit here today, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm so psyched about this invisible post, but severely lacking in the inspiration department. I was very close to not posting at all today, but got a push in the right direction from this lovely post right here.
Disclaimer: I apologise in advance for my excessive use of parentheses as well as my copious number of references to middle school.
When I look back, which I hate doing (but do often anyway), I see a very confused version of myself. I see a girl obsessed with the future, but terrified of changing. I see a girl so caught up in appearing to be smart and focused, that she forgets that report cards aren't end of the world (...unless a parent gets so upset because of their child's report card that they drop atomic bombs all over the world thus leading to the Apocalypse...). And in this moment, I realise, that to some degree, these things are still true about me.
Yet another thing that has not changed about me, is my love for thinking. I love to just sit and think. But my thoughts tend to get in my way...a lot. They lead to me having to reread my school text over and over, missing a lot of what people say, and freaking myself out.
I could have easily driven myself crazy (and I do mean that literally) many times in middle school, because of the combination of all these traits. But I didn't end up in a mental institution, because someones (I'm aware that that's not a word.) always had my back.
My past was and friendships were not all "sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows", but I am very lucky. From the beginning of middle school (a time I've tried many times to block out) I was given the most amazing group of friends. I always had AT LEAST one person to challenge me, watch Disney movies with, and give me a slap back into reality. Some of these people I noticed right away, but it took me awhile to realise most of them.
I'm so grateful that all these people were able to look past my incessant talking and forever slowness and were present. My life would have turned out a whole lot different without them--and I happen to love my life quite a bit, thank you very much.
I am writing this post as a "thank you" to all of those who have had my back over the years, but also to encourage all of you who have read (or skimmed) this far to just stop. Stop looking backward and even forward and just look at what's here. Stop and do more than just see people - notice them. Notice the little things that they do for you. Notice that they take the extra time to explain something to you, that they notice you. Notice when people realise that you're more than just a human, but a person. A person with opinions, feelings, and random knowledge floating around in your head.
I've made the mistake many times of not noticing. Some days I just wouldn't notice. But on bad days I would days I would notice and move on with my life or choose not to notice to escape guilt or obligation. But people should never be treated as obligations.
I find it very easy to live in my own little bubble, where the world is exactly as I want to be, but there's so much more out there than my hopes, my dreams, my likes, and my dislikes. There are your hopes, your dreams, your likes, and your dislikes.
I've missed out on many months and years of friendship, because I love my little bubble. Because I made the conscious choice to do nothing. And I'm sad that I have; but, there's nothing that I can do about lost time except, do my best to not make that mistake again.
Everybody deserves to have this song memorised!
Just a heads up. I'm having trouble with the timestamps on each of my posts. The days as well as the years are incorrect. So, pay no mind to them!
<3 Have a great day!
I am a lover of basically all things cheesy and cliché. I love reading cheesy quotes, statuses, and pickup lines. I love listening to cheesy songs and watching cheesy movies. From HSM and Camp Rock to t-shirts that say, "Be-YOU-tiful" and peace-sign bracelets, I'm in love.
I can't explain my obsession with such things; I just think there's something so beautiful about them. (This is the point where you just nod your head and leave me to indulge in my crazy.) And so today, here's some cheese and inspiration for your life.
*Unless the source is stated, the author is unknown to me.
*These are in no particular order.
(1) "Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain."
So even though the world wants Cheerios, dare to be a Fruit Loop. Dare to be the unexpected, the unexpected expected. Do you. Believe in beautiful you. Shine in the darkest of moments, and hold back when they're expecting an explosion. But most of all remember, "it's okay to be a glowstick; sometimes we need to break before we shine."
<3 Happy summer!
What are your favourite cheesy lines? Comment below!