Guess What?

It's that day again...Monday.

Okay so it's Valentine's Day too.  Unless you're living under a rock,  a rural village in a third world country or caught in the middle of a political uprising (a la Egypt), then there's little or no way that you can't fail to spot the pink/red themed shop displays or increase in the price of roses/chocolates/balloons/restaurants/hotel stays etc...

Whilst my friends gushed about the gifts and surprises their "boo's", "husband's", "boyfriend's", "buddy's" or had gotten or done for them, I was at work. Now I don't begrude anyone a little happiness on this overrated day of unnecessary expenditure, I do however, sometimes wonder if a little restraint would be in order? But hey, it boosts the economy and puts smiles on people's faces so who am I to complain?

To be honest I don't have much to say at the present time as I'm exhausted but I'm mindful of the fact that it's been a while since I've blogged so I thought that today would be as good a day as any to put fingers to keyboard and get back into the swing of things.

I used to be a closet hopeless romantic but life and experience has left me somewhat jaded and cynical - but I'm working on rectifying that. All I'd say is for those of you who are in relationships, don't take one another for granted. Those who are yet to find that special someone, stay hopeful but be happy with yourself. And to those who think they have found someone but aren't sure what to do...tell them. What's the worst that can happen? At least if they don't like you back you can move on and live life knowing you tried.

With the aforementioned in mind, I suggest you listen to Lauryn Hill's Tell Him. I love that song. Always have. Always will. It's the song in my head and my heart right now. I look forward to the day when I can "tell him". Before I go, I'll share a classic love poem with you that I've adored since I was in my early teens. Certain poems will always set my soul ablaze and remind me exactly why I love words so much. This, is one of them. It's called How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

Happy Valentine's Day.

x

P.S. I was secretly hoping that someone would send me flowers (or at the very least a card). It didn't happen (not sure how I was expecting it to without making my address public knowledge but wishful thinking eh?). Maybe next year?