Valentine’s Day: Romance, Reality, and Why You Still Deserve the Champagne
Valentine’s Day has a way of making women feel something.
Even the strongest ones.
It’s everywhere—roses, couples, jewelry commercials, restaurant menus with hearts on them like love is only real if it comes with a reservation.
And if you’re happily loved? It can feel sweet.
But if you’re healing? If you’re single? If you’re rebuilding your life after heartbreak, divorce, betrayal, grief, or disappointment?
Valentine’s Day can feel like a spotlight you didn’t ask for.
So let me say this clearly:
Valentine’s Day is not a report card on your worth.
You are not behind.
You are not too old.
You are not forgotten.
You are not “hard to love.”
You are a woman who has lived.
And living comes with stories.
Romance isn’t dead — it’s just grown up
Real romance isn’t about grand gestures.
It’s about being valued.
It’s about love that feels safe.
It’s about not begging for effort.
It’s about being treated gently — not occasionally, but consistently.
And some of the most romantic love stories don’t start with fireworks…
They start with healing.
They start when a woman finally says:
“I’m not settling anymore.”
“I’m not shrinking anymore.”
“I’m not chasing love that makes me feel anxious.”
That’s romance too.
If this holiday hurts, you’re not broken
Some women will cry this week and not tell a soul.
Because they’re grieving a love they never received.
Because they stayed too long in something that drained them.
Because they’re tired of being strong.
Because they are learning how to start over.
And I want you to know: that doesn’t make you weak.
It makes you honest.
And honesty is where healing starts.
Here’s the truth no one says loud enough
Some women are married and still lonely.
Some women are single and deeply at peace.
Some women are dating and still feel unseen.
Some women are healing and finally finding themselves again.
So don’t let one holiday convince you that love only counts if someone else gives it to you.
Because the deepest kind of love?
Starts with what you tolerate… and what you no longer will.
So yes… I’m still choosing the champagne
Not because a man bought it.
Not because someone proved anything.
But because celebration is part of healing.
Champagne is symbolic.
It says:
I’m still soft.
I still believe.
I still have joy in me.
I’m still romantic — even after life tried to harden me.
And if you’re reading this and you’re alone this Valentine’s Day?
Pour your own champagne.
Buy your own flowers.
Wear the perfume.
Light the candle.
Put on the lipstick.
Take yourself out.
Order dessert.
Not as a backup plan…
But as a declaration:
“I am worth loving — even in seasons where I’m waiting.”
Valentine’s Day isn’t for proving. It’s for honoring.
Honoring what you’ve survived.
Honoring what you’ve outgrown.
Honoring the version of you that refused to stay stuck.
And if no one has told you lately:
You are still worthy of a love that is safe.
You are still worthy of being adored.
You are still worthy of a peaceful, passionate, healthy kind of romance.
But until that love arrives…
You don’t stop celebrating yourself.
You don’t stop believing.
You don’t stop shining.
And you absolutely…
don’t stop deserving the champagne.
