The ghost of Valentine's Day past...

So yesterday was Valentine's Day and, despite a long spell of what might best be referred to as romantic misadventures, it was one of the only February 14ths that I didn't resent being single.

I don't know if the fact that it fell on a Saturday this year had anything to do with it, (I mean who doesn't love Saturdays after all?), but what I do know is that I enjoyed everything I did in fantastic company. And it got me thinking.

When I reflect on my proudest moments, I realise that what helped me reach them all was the support of other people, romantic misadventurers or otherwise. So actually, what better way to spend Valentine's Day than playing your favourite sport with your favourite teammates, making new friends, and talking to old ones? S/O or no S/O, I've recently been reminded of just how important it is to have a solid group of ride or die friends behind you. I've also realised how lucky I am to have exactly that. A solid group who I know I can rely on through anything.  

Who cares if you haven't found Mr. or Mrs. Right yet? Love is about so much more than romance, and I can't thank the people in my life enough for showing me that on a regular basis. This one's for you.