Dear Me,
I’m proud of you.
Not because you have everything figured out.
Not because someone chose you.
But because you finally chose yourself.
Someone told me recently that we were basically in the same boat because we didn’t have a man on Valentine’s Day.
And I remember thinking…
I’ve never felt like I was waiting.
I’ve celebrated Valentine’s Day every year. Not because someone planned it for me. Not because someone sent flowers. Not because someone claimed me.
I celebrated because I chose me.
For me, it was never about being picked. It was about practicing how I want to be loved.
It was buying myself the cute drink.
It was booking the dinner.
It was putting on something soft and pretty just because I felt like it.
It was moving slow.
It was romanticizing my own life.
It’s wild how people assume the absence of a man equals the absence of love.
This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time. And it has nothing to do with a relationship.
It has everything to do with peace. With clarity. With finally understanding that rejection is protection. With realizing that the things and people who didn’t choose me were actually making room for something better.
I am genuinely grateful for what didn’t work out.
Every “no” carved me into someone stronger. Softer. More aligned. More sure.
So no… I was never in that boat.
And to the single baddies who feel like Valentine’s Day can’t be a vibe without a man — let’s talk.
Who told you love only counts if it’s romantic?
Who told you you have to wait for someone else to create magic in your life?
You don’t wait for love. You practice it.
The way you treat yourself teaches people how to treat you.
So buy the flowers.
Book the dinner.
Take yourself out.
Rest.
Glow.
Spoil yourself.
Celebrate yourself loudly and without apology.
And if love arrives one day, it will meet a woman who already knows how to celebrate herself.
You were never waiting.
You were becoming.
And that changes everything.
Happy Valentine’s Day 🤍
Sending love,
Stephanie Rachelle
