Being single on February 14th is awful, I’ve been there and done that, thankfully not for the last nine years however. I hated it, hated the romance, the feeling left out, and most of all I hated knowing that I had myself to blame for feeling that way. Modern, single, first world single females are so embittered about the day that it is automatically assumed to be a holiday invented by card manufacturers and chocolate companies. However, that is far from the truth and I had to stop and remind myself of that yearly. I still stop and reflect on the true meaning of the holiday, although I confess that i made hubby a special breakfast this morning and a wonderful steak and baked potato dinner.
There really was St. Valentine. He was a real life person, celebrated as saint as early as third century Rome and the height of courtly love in the High Middle Ages in Europe. There is confusion as to the exact and identity of the true individual behind St. Valentine. This confusion resulted in St. Valentine being removed from the official calendar for liturgical veneration in 1969 but he is still included on the list of official saints for local veneration. Saint Valentine is recognized as an official martyred for marrying Christian couples in Rome. He was executed and hastily buried according to all reliable accounts on February 14th.
So, whether you are single or not February 14th is a day to celebrate a man willing to risk execution to marry people who were in love. And isn’t that precisely what we search for when we are single, someone who loves unconditionally and without reservation? It isn’t a day to be bitter or angry. It’s a day to remind those you love that they are loved. Romantic love may be missing from your life at the moment but St. Valentine gives hope to those searching for love and those of us lucky enough to have meet the “one” to cherish that love and demonstrate that love.