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I didn’t know how easy it was to be single until I broke up with someone. Ok, I’m not broken up but I feel like I’m single not being able to see or talk to the person I’m in a committed relationship with whenever I want or NEED to hear from him. It’s not the same as being single after a breakup at all so I apologize. Still, the seismic shift in our lives that is our professional schedules, and my pending move across the pond, has forced me to believe, or at least, behave like I’m single.
And I’ve learned that it’s about keeping yourself busy doing the things that make you happy and not waiting around for anyone-least of all your person-to start doing them. Whether it be that hobby you have always wanted to take on or that new desert spot you’ve been dreaming about in your sleep.
I’m on my way to a small show in Brooklyn right now and I have to say I didn’t give it a second thought at all to buy just one ticket. I never ever thought I would ever have to…but if I want to see this show then it just so happens I have to go solo. Would it have been nice to go with the person I love? That goes without saying, without breathing. Would it have been nice to go with a friend or two? Sure. Even if they weren’t interested? Not as much. Would it have been nice to not go because no one else is interested. A resounding NO. I’m not about that life.
You know, the one that rests on waiting around for others to make you happy. I’m a big girl. I can hold down my liquor. Ok, so I don’t drink but that sounded like a clever enough metaphor.
I’ve been training myself to be more independent when it comes to my happiness because I’m moving to the other side of the world soon and the truth is, no one is going to hold my hand there. Saturday nights could be lonely or they could be spent at another small show, in Bristol this time. I wanna go to the show.
Can’t wait for that chapter of my life to begin really, loneliness and all, because it could be the experience of a lifetime. So I have to believe that the single life may not be so hard as long as I keep this up. But who knows, in a few short months I may be penning a post about the hardships of a long distance relationship. So far, I do hope the weather continues.