unmarried. a blog
"Tell the truth about what it's like to be human."
- Cheryl Strayed
This ^^^ was something I actively sought after in my teens and twenties.
This ^^^ was something I cried about not having in my thirties.
I crave that ^^^.
Being alone and being lonely are NOT the same things.
Actually, for the most part, I've been a pretty solitary person. I steered clear of sororities in college, maintained friendship circles without any deep commitment, and always made time for myself.
Since the age of 19, I've vacationed by myself. I've taken myself out to dinner, to the movies, concerts, you name it.
AND I CAN'T EFFEN WAIT TO DO IT ALL AGAIN!
Recently, a person whom I thought was a friend (a mom who had a daughter in the same grade as mine) and who's house I'd been to before, had befriended me on Facebook, then deleted me on Facebook, then sent me another request, only to delete me again. At first, I thought, hmm, that's odd, maybe The Book deleted us by accident.
Fool me once...
After the second deletion, I laughed. I literally guffawed at the screen when I saw a third request about a month or so later.
I'm too old for this sh*t.
I'm also too old for the "friends" who say they "champion" your success, but do absolutely nothing to actually champion your success.
Snore. Go back to bed. Bye Felicia!
Being alone is a privilege. I enjoy my own company. I am my own best friend.
After the divorce, my plans include taking myself on a honeymoon. No lie. I have made this an absolute priority.
Because being alone and being lonely are not the same things.
And befriending your self is the best gift you can give yourself.