AFFIRMATION: I am my favorite Valentine!
There
are so many things written about Valentine's Day and the
disappointment, heart-ache and frustration of not
receiving something from "Your Valentine" that I thought
I would write about YOU being Your Own Valentine.
If
you're gazing enviously at the bouquet of roses on your
colleague's desk this Valentine's Day, remember there's
a chance they're not from a secret admirer or even a
significant other. They may just have sent them to
themselves.
Rather than feeling lonely and unloved on February
14th, eight million Americans admit to sending
themselves gifts, according to a new survey. And at
least those sending themselves a gift, know that they'll
like what they get.
A telephone poll of 1,000 Americans also found
there's a big mismatch between what people wanted and
what they got and so people were filling the void by
buying for themselves.
Vince Talbert, of the marketing
technology company Bill Me Later Inc, conducted the poll
with Ipsos Insight.
Here is an interesting writing by an anonymous source
that let's you know how very special you are and how
much you deserve your Own Valentine:
I'm Special.
I'm special! In all the world there's nobody like
me. Since the beginning of time, there has never been
another person like me. Nobody has my smile. Nobody has
my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice.
I'm Special.
No one can be found who
has my handwriting. Nobody anywhere has my tastes – for
food or music or art. No one sees things just as I do.
In all of time there's been no one who laughs like
me, no one who cries like me. And what makes me laugh
and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears
from anybody else, ever.
No one reacts to any situation just as I would react.
I'm Special.
I'm the only one in all
of creation who has my set of abilities. Oh, there will
always be somebody who is better at one of the things
I'm good at, but no one in the universe can reach the
quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities
and feelings. Like a room full of musical instruments,
some may excel alone, but none can match the symphony
sound when all are played together.
I'm a Symphony.
Through all of eternity
no one will ever look, talk, walk, think, or do like me.
I'm special. I'm rare.
In all rarity there is
great value. Because of my great rare value, I need not
attempt to imitate others. I will accept – yes.
Celebrate – my Differences.
I'm special. And I'm
beginning to realize it's no accident that I'm
special. I'm beginning to see that God made me special
for a very special purpose. God must have a job for me
that no one else can do as well as I. Out of all the
billions of applicants, only one has the right
combination of what it takes. That one is me.
I'M
MY OWN VALENTINE – BECAUSE – I'M SPECIAL!
