I challenge you to shower yourself with love.
So...at first I was highly peeved at the fact that I'll be dateless on Valentine's day. To top it off we've even got a date movie out appropriately titled, "Valentine's Day Movie." I typically like V day, because I'm a cheesy romanticist that can't stop daydreaming about a prince charming.
A conventional and widely accepted belief about the holiday itself is that Valentine's Day grew out of a Middle Ages tradition of celebrating Feb. 14 as the day "the birds began to pair." History.com notes that February has long been associated with being a month of love, and Feb. 15 was celebrated in ancient times as a fertility festival.
Needless to say...I am in love with the idea of love. I have asked my 3 year old to be my Valentine as we go get some fabulous lunch and fresh flowers together...maybe even her first pedicure. LOL And when she goes to bed, I'll be drinking something red with a summer salad trying not to cry as I watch Chocolat.
I am and will always be in love with "LOVE."
effulgence • \ih-FULL-junss\
• noun
- meaning: radiant splendor : brilliance
It has been a moment since I responded, but I've been inundated with my e-mails based on the responses. I understand many of you want to communicate directly via e-mail instead of commenting on my blog posts, and that's OK! Just know I may not be able to respond as fast as you would like...but I do want to thank you for joining me in the Month Of Romance!!
To all my headliner's...How did yesterday's rehearsal go? Were there hiccups along the way? My rehearsal yesterday went a little shaky...
As I was sitting in my bed and writing each name,the tears started falling and I thought to myself, "I deserve more than this." The names I've been called to name a few were: coward, tramp, slut, bitch, idiot, heartless, retard...every name I wrote made me cringe--to took me back to a place that I didn't want to live again. I know I'm being transparent here, but that's the key for growth and development. As I looked back over the list, I thought to myself; "why do we, as woman, give the power to anyone, other than ourselves, to be responsible for our happiness?"
Today's experiment for me and hopefully for you...is to now rewrite the list that you wrote yesterday. Cross out each name and write down a name that represents who you are and where you're going. Take your time to think about it.
Cross out each name--one by one and understand that this word, this label is not one that you will own!!
Let me know how it goes :-)
What's in a name? And what does your name mean to you? Social science research has found that the names we are given at birth carry substantial psychological weight. We learn to define ourselves by the names we are given. But what about a name that a man calls you?
Take for instance, if a man calls you sexy--You feel desirable, wanted and in some cases lustful. A name can define how we act and react.
What about if a man calls you breezy? Or “my girl” instead of woman? Or in worst cases, “stupid,” “retard,”“bitch.” All of these names do not help define the woman or cultivate a woman no matter how playful it is said.
So, for the first day of February, I encourage you to write down everything negative and semi negative that a man has ever called you. Reach back…wayyyyyyyy back. Think about each time you were made to feel less of a woman, less of a wife, less of a girlfriend. Write it all down and store it in a place. You will see what to do with it later.
