Flowers on Sunday.

A friend was over this weekend and upon noticing the soon-to-be-dying flowers in my living room said, “looks like your boyfriend needs to get you a new bouquet.”

Now of course, this friend (and I’m sure all of you) knows I don’t have a boyfriend. And I often buy myself flowers. To which his response was, “Doing that makes a guy buying you flowers in the future not special.”

This might be true, but why would I delay that “special” treatment when I know I deserve that love now?

The concept of dating yourself was previously so lost on me. But this season of intentionally dating myself has been my favorite phase of life so far.

What ways are you waiting to receive love?
What opportunities are you not experiencing because you’re waiting for someone to join you?
Or, what are you doing simply because you think it’ll make someone come into your life faster?

You are worthy and deserving of the love you desire right now, as you are, in this moment.

So make that trip happen.
Cook yourself some bomb meals.
Do something exciting and new.
And buy the damn flowers.

This has nothing to do with the tired concept that you cannot love someone else until you truly love yourself, because I don’t actually believe that. And loving yourself should not come with the expected payoff that if you do it, someone else will too.

This has nothing to do with someone else at all and everything to do with…you.

One of my favorite lyrics is, “What if the love you deserve is love you never find. I’ve learned in love and death, we don’t decide.”

If you never find the love you deserve in another person, my hope is that when you do meet death, you do so knowing you gave ALL of that love to yourself.

That you didn’t hold yourself back. That you soaked up every opportunity. That you didn’t take a single ounce of life for granted because you loved yours so much.

I know I will.
And I know I’m getting flowers on Sunday.💕