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I am what I like to call chronically single. I got my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces a loooong time ago and I have been single pretty much since then. I have gone on plenty of dates, tried online dating, blind dates, done the awkward friend setup, etc. and I just haven’t met my “person” yet and that’s ok because I am 100% loving where I am in life right now. I am not one of those people who has to have a boyfriend (clearly) to validate my existence and I don’t think I am any less of a person for not having a significant other. In fact, dare I say, I like being single?
I know, I know. Even in 2017 it seems almost taboo to say that I enjoy being single. Like something should be wrong with me because I actually enjoy coming home to my sweet Sophie pup and an otherwise empty home. I like being alone and doing things by myself. I absolutely love going to a solo movie and I have gotten used to the awkward stares from others when I eat out alone. I go to a lot of musicals alone and have gone on several solo vacations and I LOVE IT.
However being single for so long has made me realize that there are a few occasions where being single isn’t fun…weddings, funerals and holidays. Weddings because of the obvious. Trust me when I say that if I don’t have to do anther bouquet toss for the rest of my life I would be perfectly ok with that, I think that when you hit a certain age (over 30) it should be optional, not mandatory. Funerals are just something I don’t like doing solo, it’s nice to have someone to lean on and leave early with (because leaving early is kind of my thing at funerals, too many memories).
And holidays, oh holidays. I love the holidays, most of the time. I love seeing my family multiple times a month and I love celebrating with my friends. I love shopping and picking out just the right gift. I love sending and receiving Christmas cards. I love watching my nieces and nephews open presents. I love the closeness and just the overall feels of the season.
One thing I don’t like? Going solo to holiday parties. I don’t mind going solo to parties in general but it’s like there is a special awkwardness about attending a holiday party solo. WHY must there always be mistletoe and WHY must I always get shoved under it while holding a dog or with a random stranger? That pretty much sucks, therefore I usually just don’t go. Saves me from all of the “poor pitiful you” stares and I get to lounge in my pj’s with Sophie pup drinking fancy coffee and watching Christmas movies on Hallmark. I call that a Win/Win situation.
I get that most people reading this post won’t understand where I’m coming from. I’m sure most of the people who read this blog, like most of my friends, are happily married and have families of your own and if that makes you happy then good! It should because that’s the life you chose for yourself and I wish you all the happiness in the world. But just because my situation is different than yours doesn’t give you the right to feel sorry for me or look down on me because you think I don’t have my life figured out because I’m not married and I don’t have kids. I choose to be single and happy just like you choose to be married and happy.
Now if the right man does come along one day then great! And if he doesn’t then that’s ok too. I am happy right here and right now and that’s all that matters. Happiness matters during the holidays and during every single day of your life so if you aren’t happy then do something to change that! Life is short and shouldn’t be filled with anything other than your happiness, whether you are single or married or however you choose to live your life.
And that, my friends, are my thoughts on being single during the holidays…and all year round. You do you. Just be happy.