Single & Ready to Mingle?
Starting off strong with my favorite topic: relationships (or I guess the lack thereof). Yes, I’m a walking talking cliche for a 22-year-old girl, but let’s be real deep down who isn’t?
I absolutely, positively, love love.
On the endless journey for self-sufficiency, it seems I come to the same conclusion again and again. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do in the name of love. And no matter how many people tell me about the joys of being single, there is nothing better than the idea of having my own person, one who knows me inside and out, one who cares to endlessly keep learning.
The way I wrote that makes it sound like I haven’t had that. Luckily for me, however short-lived, I was once entirely, beautifully in love with someone who loved me just the same. I’m not entirely sure you ever get over real love, there’s nothing to get over after all of the hurt and anger when all you’re left with is love. Ya ya ya, I’m sappy I know. Unfortunately for everyone else, I’m learning to embrace that about myself.
Anyways back to the post, 22 & Single. So that’s me, 22 and single, living the apparent ‘dream’ that I find myself learning to cope with every passing day. Don’t get me wrong, I do thoroughly enjoy spending time alone, I am quite appallingly independent and cling to my freedom with my heart and soul. But what is the meaning of anything without the ability to share it with someone who can’t wait to hear it?
Day by day throughout my travels, I grow more content with myself as a human being and find joy in the consistent wholesome friendships I have been blessed enough to make. Deep down though, there is still a small tiny piece of me that stays the same, I am a hopeless romantic through and through.
I don’t think people talk enough about the impacts of positive relationships on their lives, I think that’s pretty lame. Just because things don’t go to plan, I don’t think it means that all the good has to be gone. I’ll get more into this eventually, for now, I’m here to talk about what it’s like to be single.
Being single is a very interesting thing. If you asked me a few years ago I didn’t think I’d ever be single again. I completely believed that by now I’d be married to my ex-boyfriend, living in the same city I grew up in, in the same house, and honestly maybe there’d be a baby on the way.
Instead, I got to learn firsthand about loss, confusion, heartache, and all things bad. In turn, I got to learn all about myself. Another cliche, sorry I may watch a few too many rom coms.
I’m sure every truly heartbroken person could tell you that nothing changes you like heartbreak. It goes much further than flings that don’t like you back or glamorized attachments towards silly boys. Once you’ve been in love and loved just the same, and once you lose it… Good luck my friend you’re in for a tough ride. And unfortunately for you, a long one.
But like all things, eventuallyyyyyyyyy, you get to some sort of other side. What that looked like for me was quitting my job and booking a one-way ticket across the world. And although I am continually amazed by the new life I am living, the love I had continues to persist simply in new forms. One of them being me and my pursuit to give the best relationship advice possible to other people so that they can avoid losing their person.
Okay well, that was me on a tangent, I started this post to talk about something quite different but I think it’s enough on this topic for now. Not to worry, I have loads more to say and I’ll definitely be back.
Until then, thanks for reading!
