It’s been a while. And I apologize.
Life has been way too hectic and it’s finally coming to a more peaceful season.
I’ve been thinking about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. (I kid you not.) I finally feel like I’ve reached a true place of contentment with being single. I’m fulfilled in my relationship with God. I’ve conquered addictions and have grown in the areas I’ve considered to be character flaws. I like who I’ve become. And I’m proud of that fact.
I look back to the person I was two years ago. Heck, even a year ago. I was broken, miserable, crushed, heartbroken, and my self-esteem was in the toilet. Current day, I’m quite content with who I’ve become. I work to keep myself in shape and looking professional, but I’m happy with myself. It’s not about what I weigh or if every piece of hair is in place. Goals are good. Perfection? Not so much.
Lately, I’ve gotten this question of “Are you seeing anyone?” or “Anyone special in your life?” and it makes me want to scream, “I DON’T NEED A MAN TO BE COMPLETE. I AM MY OWN PERSON.” People seem to think if you’re twenty-two and single there is something wrong with you.
I have news for you folks, maybe I’m happier without a man than with one. Don’t get me wrong, I want to get married and have children. I desire the safety and affection found in a loving man’s arms. BUT! That is not what completes me.
I wish people grasped that. And for Pete’s sake, please stop asking me about someone who hasn’t even walked into my life yet and just simply ask how I am. Believe me, I’ll share when the times comes – gladly!
Maybe you’ve been through this before. Well meaning people, who love you and care, think that what you need is a man (or woman if you’re a male reading my blog – welcome!). One of these days, I might just let someone have it.
Until then, you get to hear this friendly fire. I hope you relate!