“I close my eyes and wish you fine
(I’m always closing my eyes
And wishing I’m fine)
Even though I know you’re not this time
(Even though I’m not this time).”— Indigo Girls, “Love Will Come to You“
Well, my work peeps were my valentines. We had a nice catered lunch and everyone got a heart full of candy.
I, of course, left my little heart on my hot little laptop during a meeting, and it resulted in one big gooey melted fiesta of fillings. It seemed an appropriate metaphor for the holiday.
And today, our heroine returns to being as fine as she can be.
Next year will be better. And, all told, this one wasn’t too bad, either. But it would be nice to not feel like the day has to be salvaged somehow.
I guess we’re all wondering whether we’ll turn out OK. It’s hard to believe in it if there’s seemingly no hope in sight. But maybe we just have to look harder sometimes. Or, as the song says:
“… Learn to pretend there’s more than love that matters.”