It's called self-love for a reason, right?

Not man-love or we love or even partner love.

We get to manage how we feel. Hey, Hurtlers, Emily Abadi here, bringing you another installment of Hurtle moment from Hurtle.

A wellness-focused podcast where I sit down with inspiring individuals to talk about everything from their big wins to how they've

gotten through some of life's toughest moments. Now, with the weekly hurdle moment episodes,

I'm diving into the topics that are either on my mind or the questions coming through my

DMs. And you can always reach out to me on Instagram either over at Emily Abadi, that's A-B-B-A-T-E, or

at Kirtle podcast.

Well, it's the week of love.

And so that's what we're talking about.

I was looking at my time hop the other day and I realized that the last time that I was

actually in a relationship

on Valentine's Day was 2015. I came home from work. I remember it was a weeknight and my

boyfriend at the time had surprised me by making Nutella dipped strawberries. He also bought me,

and I wish I was joking, a ladle as a gift, like the type of

kitchen implement that you make pancakes with or serve sauce with. In retrospect, it was really

thoughtful because he knew that I needed said ladle and I wanted to buy one, but I wouldn't necessarily say

that it was on the top of my things that most women want for Valentine's Day list.

I digress. So I was sitting in my living room thinking about my history with Valentine's Day

reading my 23rd estimated targeted email of the morning referencing the Hallmark holiday and

realize that, well, it's BS. Because none of these emails or my dating history or anything else,

none of that gets to shape how I feel about myself this week. It's called self-love for a reason, right? Not man love or we love or even partner love.

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