I’ve been single for over 8 months now. Independent woman, rarely any hook ups, barely any one night stands. A lot of nights alone, with my ipad, watching reality television shows. A lot of work, a ton of Crossfit, a couple solo movie trips. And I’m…okay with it. Well, most times. I’m the most healthy and the most sane when I’m alone, especially this time around. I do things for me everyday. I live my life on my own schedule. But lately I’ve been having those creeping moments of loneliness a little more frequently.
The other day I was out with a friend and was a little tipsy after ~one cocktail~ and spun around in my chair and blurted out “but wHAT IF IM ALONE FOREVER?”
What if I never meet someone who makes me THAT happy again? What if I’ll always just be happier and better alone?
And my friend turned to me and said, “You know, it’s what you do when you’re alone that’s important. What are you going to do to make this period in your life worthwhile? That’s what matters right now. Not when you’ll meet someone new”
And I realized just how right he was. I should be more grateful of my time alone. More proud I am of what I’m accomplishing and the person I’ve grown into over the past few months. Right now, that should be enough for me. And it is.