If you’re new here, I buy myself flowers every Valentine’s Day. This would be my ninth year. It became a fun tradition to share with coworkers at the office PC (pre-covid) and when I went on my first date with my now boyfriend five years ago on Valentine’s Day, the holiday became double special.
I even created a coloring book inspired by the tradition (Buy Yourself Flowers, might as well link it, sue me!)
I realized yesterday on Valentine’s Eve that I had forgotten to purchase my usual fancy arrangement. And I felt absolutely nothing! Perhaps the feeling of spoiling myself has been tainted as I thought of the designer boots fresh off the runway now in the hands of DHL on their way to me, or the bulk sea salt chocolate in the freezer I was going to enjoy for breakfast completely guilt-free, without thought of nutrients the next morning.
Am I…. too spoiled? Have I ever denied myself…. anything?
I’ve entered a new level where if I really loved myself I’d do the following. Paying insurance bills on time! Emailing my accountant back! Flossing! Exercise! Meals that aren’t chocolate! Sleep!
For some reason taking care of myself doesn't come as naturally as spoiling myself, and now spoiling myself has to mean doing all the stuff I put off.
Also if you’re a Valentine’s hater, lighten up? Tell someone you love them! Buy yourself flowers. Pay your bills.
P.S. I split the flowers my boyfriend gave me into two bouquets for the same effect.
Send your accountant flowers?
Love this Chloe. Happy vday 💕