by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

My Perfect Valentine’s Day
(Or, How I Embraced My Independent Singleness and Lived My Love Out Loud)


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Valentine’s Day is not one of my favorite days. The commercialism of lovemeloveme stuff? I’d rather not, thankyouverymuch. Okay, I’m sure if I had the opportunity to, you know, share it with someone, I’d feel different. But even then, I’m not so sure.

Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers, wine, and chocolate as much ~ if not more ~ as the next girl, but This Girl is also logical. I don’t go in for one-day-a-year Gooey Eyes. I just don’t. Now, spoil me regularly, and then we can talk. [Insert eye-roll here.]

So today I focused on what y’all now call “self-love.” I dunno how that phrase got started, but I’m cool with embracing it.

Today, after I got all dolled up, my non-boyfriend [translate: car I named after my protagonist, Rain] took me all over town. Instead of flowers, wine and chocolate, we stopped to get a post office box. A vehicle title. A driver’s license.

All in my new hometown. All for my new life.

Which I am loving more than I thought possible.

Frankly, My Dear . . . : My Perfect Valentine's Day

Frankly, My Dear . . . : My Perfect Valentine’s Day

It totally helped that it was a balmy day and I got to spend most of it with the windows down and the radio up. (Big surprise, right?)

Love comes in many forms. We all know this. But when it emanates with ebb and flow, in and out of us, to share with others, there’s a harmony, an unsung tune that only we can give music to. That’s life. That’s love.

There’s always something to celebrate. Channel your inner Pollyanna if you have to. Make a list. Sing it out loud.

Darlin’, there is always something to celebrate.

And today, I celebrate no longer living in California.

Today, I am officially a True Southerner.

So tonight, I enjoyed a Peanut Buster Parfait from Dairy Queen, and watched Gone With the Wind.

Frankly, My Dear . . . : My Perfect Valentines Day with a Peanut Buster Parfait from Dairy Queen

Frankly, My Dear . . . : My Perfect Valentines Day with a Peanut Buster Parfait from Dairy Queen

Yup. Today’s all about the Southern love.

How did you share love? Leave a comment!

With a new drawl and a pin in the map,
Happy living love.
~Molly Jo

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Frankly, My Dear . . . : Bohemian Hurricane

Frankly, My Dear . . . : Bohemian Hurricane

Molly Jo is a Southern Belle and known to her friends as the Bohemian Hurricane. She is the author/curator of The Unemployment Cookbook and several eBooks available on Amazon. Her work-in-progress, NOLA, is a full-length location mystery novel set in New Orleans, and the first in her City Series.

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