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So, You're Single on Valentines Day?

With the nearing valentine's I've had many people comment for thoughts on Valentines.
Here is the Shay! response.


Supports.
We've all been them, or we've all needed them. 

Many times in my life I have thought I could make it on my own, or didn't need a person's help. Then I fell in love for the first time. I fell in love with my best friend. It was hard, rewarding, loving, and opened my heart to many feelings. Distance and life finally broke us apart, and well, now, I don't think he could tell you much about me. (why do I tell you this? Just wait, the point is coming.. keep reading)

There were times in my life I believed I couldn't get through without him, and things I didn't want to go through without him, but then something changed as I learned to be alone. Even though I'm single, there are people I can rely on. Solid people in my life to help me through the toughest days, the darkest nights, and the lonely times. Some of them are ones you would guess, dear family members, sisters, aunts, cousins, parents, grandparents and some of them are a little out of the blue but they work anyways.

The kid that comes to one of my programs who runs and yells, "Hi Shay!" Every time he comes to my work.
The student who answers and is respectful
My boss who deals with my life, my old boss who calls me one of his own.
The friend who holds on when I cry.
The uncle who says, "We are going to make it through this because we are strong."
The new best friends I've found that come in all shapes, sizes, and personalities.

The reminders in the night sky that says, I can go one more day.

A support is defined as a thing that bears the weight and holds something upright. 

We've all been one, or needed one. Because the fact is we can't go alone. Many people hate this "holiday" because it reminds them they are single. Well this year, take a look at the part of a support system you play, or if it's been a rough time, look at who supports you. People like that, are better than flashbulb relationships/loves. These people are the ones who deserve to be honoured on Valentines day, the day of love. No need to be romantic love, but just pure, true, caring for another person. If by chance you have found your soul mate, they are your best friend, and your greatest support, cherish them, but don't forget the others.

This year, let's change how we act on valentines, stop worrying so much about being single, and start embracing those who love you. Everyone has someone, or you wouldn't be here. Stop the self pity and start the self love. Greatness is accomplished with the greatness of support we find.

You are in control of how you feel this valentines day; and every day for that matter.

Me? I've been noticing those who have supported me through some of these latest challenges which are some of the hardest I've ever faced. That is how you test a support, those who are casual will fall away when things get hard to hold, but it's the people who stay through the bad times, the good, the poor, sick, rich, happy, and when they are needed most.
Are you this type of person for someone? Is there someone who is like this for you. (knock it off, there is someone. Think hard.)

So, you're single on valentines day? So what! Life is wonderful! There are wonderful people willing to spend time with you. Let's try to focus on the love that gets us through things, and nothing else!

Therefore, to all of you who have helped me through the last 3 weeks. I thank you. I couldn't be this functional without you... so......



Happy Valentines day! :)

You're welcome,

Loves,
Shay!


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