As I walked by the adorable owl plant holders at Sprouts today I was reminded it is Valentines day and I'm celibate. I thought of lost loves and grew sad, a mindfulness thought interrupted if you think about loss and lose sight of the present you will be sad all day. I continued to shop. Facebook popped up a meme from grumpy cat from three years ago and it is just as true today, "roses are red, violets are blue, it is valentines day, leave me alone.". It disappeared before I could hit share. A man told everyone he loved us at group, so at least someone said I love you to me today. I eyed a big box of chocolate at the chocolate factory, buy I don't eat extra sugar anymore. Otherwise it has been a normal day. I wanted to take a moment to write about compassion. To me it is feeling sadness for the sadness of another or joy for the joy of another. Which is the definition of empathy. It is the tenderness you feel when a bug lands on you and you decide to let it live. You decide it has suffered enough already and feel sadness for it's pain. It is imagining being the fish for a moment so you no longer want to eat fish. To me that is compassion. To say I practice this level of compassion would make me a hypocrite, because I really don't. I'm downright selfish sometimes. But thinking about compassion helps me make better decisions. It helps me not act on the harmful thoughts I have. If you are interested in compassion there are many books on it and I am merely paraphrasing them. I think valentines day is a good day to write about compassion, because it is loving kindness.