I am not a fan of Valentine’s Day. Despite what you might think, it’s actually not because I am single. I’ve been in relationships on Valentine’s Day, celebrated the day with my SO, and I still thought it was a dumb “holiday”. I mean, really, why do you need a calendar day to celebrate love? Shouldn’t that be every day you’re with your special someone? Nothing says romance like putting intense pressure on couples to purchase flowers and chocolates and jewelry on one specific day of the year. Romance should be spontaneous, it should be heartfelt, and selfless. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE surprises and sweet gestures, but I would much rather them happen “just because” than for my partner to feel obligated because it’s what everyone else is doing.
What I can get behind though, is Galentine’s Day.
If you haven’t heard of it by now, you must have been living under a rock. To quote Leslie Knope, “Oh it’s only the best day of the year. Every February 13th, my lady friends and I leave our husbands and our boyfriends at home, and we just come and kick it, breakfast-style. Ladies celebrating ladies. It’s like Lilith Fair, minus the angst. Plus frittatas.”
I have been friends with some of my girlfriends since high school. Even though we all have our own busy lives, partners, families, etc., we still try to get together at least once a month to catch up. The best part about it, is that no matter where we are in our life, anytime we get together, it’s as if we’ve never been apart.
We don’t always celebrate friendship the way we should, and I consider my friends to be an extension of my family. They’ve been there through all the good times and the bad times. They’ve been there through breakups and drunken nights out, mistakes and triumphs, so on this Galentine’s Day, I celebrate you, dear friends! Love you!