A Valentine's Day Pivot
Yesterday was a Valentine’s Day to remember.
I got all gussied up to go on a much-anticipated first date with a seemingly-decent man. While waiting for my Uber, I get “The Call” where Romeo tells me that we aren’t, in fact, going out. As I hang up the phone in total disbelief, I step into my Uber and say to the driver, “Hey there. It’s Dave, isn’t it? Change in plans, Dave.” I then had Dave shuttle me to CRAVE American Kitchen & Sushi Bar so I don’t waste the night or how friggin’ hot I looked.
That, my friends, was a true Valentine Victory.
I could have hung up the phone, went back into my house, took off my fancy clothes, removed my makeup, poured a TALLLLL adult beverage, and wept in the bathtub. But I didn't. I pivoted toward joy. Yes, it was a little rough at the very beginning, but very soon I was having an even better time.
When someone does something awful to us, we have a choice. We can succumb to the natural inclination to cower in the corner (or in the bathtub) and lick our wounds, or we can (Wo)Man Up and reclaim the moment. NO ONE gets to hold our emotions hostage because of their poor behavior. We can power through the pain to reach even better destinations.