i'll keep the cat stories to myself

A few days ago, I bought one ticket for myself to a concert.  I feel proud that I’m not missing out on something I enjoy because I don’t have a man in my life.  I refuse to put my life on hold because I’m single. 

​I want to enjoy my life and meet my own needs.  I have a rich friend life, and I don’t do everything alone. But one of the joys of being single is that I get to do what I want.  For example, I am certain the concert I’m going to is one that zero of my friends are interested in attending, so I’m going solo.

Mostly, I don’t mind being alone. I like listening to music I like in my own car, and I like watching what I want on TV, and when I don’t have my kids, I can be gone for hours alone running or going for a walk.  I’m pretty good about filling my life with activities that bring me joy.  Eventually, I would like to find someone, but lately I’ve been asking myself why?  Why do I want someone, and what do I want.

Just because I’ve kissed a few toads, I don’t think all men are the same.  I know there are good men in the world.  I just need to be clear about what I want.  I do not want to be in a relationship just because the world seems to be telling me I need to be in one. I always need to make up my own mind about things.

We are surrounded by images of happy couples on TV, and almost every movie ends with two people falling in love.  There are dating sites for farmers, old people and probably there’s one for adults who play with Legos.   I stopped buying certain magazines because they were filled with articles about how to get a man, keep a man or have better one night stands.

I need to give myself some time to think.  Right now, more than anything, I miss having someone to share the more mundane, non-exciting parts of life with like being able to tell someone about when my cat jumped up to the top shelf of my closet and knocked all my sweaters off or maybe talk about some weird article I read.  When I meet with my friends, I don’t want to talk about my cat.  I want to talk about “important” things.

​For now, I’m going to keep my cat stories to myself.  I’m going to keep reading up on things that sound interesting to me.  In a few weeks, I’m going to a concert alone.  I’m also going to give myself some time to think about what I actually want. Dearest readers, I hope you also give some serious thought to what it is that YOU actually want.  May we feel deserving of what we want, and may we be brave enough to dream big and reach toward something great.