Let not your heart be troubled . . .

I think that Valentine's Day depresses me more than I realize or want it to. I saw a dozen or so vases of flowers around the office. I had to scream at myself (on the inside of course) "BE CONTENT! "REJOICE IN THE LORD" IS NOT A SUGGESTION, IT'S A COMMAND!".
(A whole two days of that was exhausting, lemme tell ya)
What actually depressed me more was coming home and realizing "Next year Valentine's Day is going to be a on Friday or Saturday night. That's not going to cause me to down a pint of cookie dough ice cream."
It's tough. Despite small rays of hope and seemingly new possibilities here and there, I'm still "available".
I like having a crush on Donald Miller though. That's kinda fun. Especially seeing as he an author. I feel like a nerd. If I was dating, engaged, or married I would feel guilty about such a thing.
Author crushes are fun. I highly suggest them.