By Tracy R. Jolly
…is me. Ok, I probably know at least one other single woman, but that’s only if I think hard enough. Being single is not the problem; I enjoy it. I relish in my independence and freedom (not that married women don’t) and not having to answer to anyone. But I also want to be able to share my life with the man prepared especially for me.
My problem is impatience. I can argue that I’ve been patient; I’m closer to forty than I want to admit and I’ve never accepted a proposal just to get a ring. I’m not desperate to be married, but I’d really like to do it before I enter that new decade. Each time someone I know gets engaged or celebrates another wedding anniversary, after the obligatory congratulations, the first thing I do is question myself. When will it be my turn?
Focusing on humor and work keeps the loneliness away (mostly). I’ve created enough goals and accumulated enough projects to keep me busy for a long time. I have to work a little harder at finding the humor when I’m in that unfunny lonely place, but it brings me back to work which becomes a full circle, productive moment. And even if I am the last single woman I know and love, the point is, I know and love her. So will my husband.
“But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you that you love, well, that’s just fabulous.” ~Sex and the City
“Being single isn’t bad. What is bad is giving up hope on finding that someone special.” ~Anonymous
Tracy R. Jolly is a freelance writer, author, blogger, sometimes poet and budding entrepreneur. She blogs at www.losingmymindfindingmyvoice.blogspot.com and can be reached via email at email@example.com.