We either love or despise Valentine’s Day. The modern culture seduces us into believing we need lavish romance, decadent chocolates, expensive bouquets, and most importantly tall-dark-and-handsome Prince Charmings to woo us into bliss! We are set up to be disappointed with unrealistic expectations of ourselves and our partners, and of course we know that forced love is never true anyway. We can and should celebrate love and even romance, but what does that look like?

Of all the ways the Devil tries to destroy our souls, one is especially devious for high-achieving, perfectionist women like me: the lie that our worth depends on how much we accomplish and how much we have to show for our time. How can we “be” enough when everything in the world tells us we have to “do” more?