Hey gals! How's your week going? I've been going through so many of my old clothes and it's so therapeutic. And profitable. Both.
So, I'm going to talk about something that many single bloggers talk about: singleness.
It's the beginning of February, and everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by every shade of red and pink that exist, and cards finding hundred of clever ways to say "I love you." (My personal favorite so far has to be the Trader Joe's card that reads something like "Stuck On You." Trust me, it's very cute.) In the Dollar Tree, a whole quarter of the store is reserved for Valentine's Day gifts, where economic boyfriends buy Russell Stover chocolates for their ladies. Of course, the chocolate will taste terrible, especially if it's the dreadful chocolate and orange combo, but I'm sure their girlfriends will appreciate the effort. Because it meant that someone was thinking of them, on Valentine's Day.
I've never been in a relationship on Valentine's Day, or any holiday for that matter. No birthdays, Christmases, nothing like that. In fact, I've been single for most of my life. See, up until recently, I've been the type of girl that looks for the perfect guy and tries to hide it. Let's see how I can describe this. Okay, picture someone in a pink Paul Frank sweatshirt and blue braces on a treasure hunt. But there's a twist. This is a treasure hunt where you have to act like you're not looking for the treasure. So that girl in the Paul Frank sweatshirt appears to be going through the normal motions of middle school, attempting to look comfortable in skinny jeans, speed walking through the mile in P.E., etc, and all the while, peaking around every corner for bae. But unlike the ending of any self-respecting pirate movie, I did not find the treasure. Unless you call almost-relationships treasure, but I think those are more appropriately titled "wishful thinking," personally.
I've had my fair share of terrible Tinder dates (one was aptly located on Blandena Street), but I can't say it makes me bitter towards love. I used to view singleness as a curse, or as something that clearly indicated I wasn't deserving of someone's affection or love, but to be honest, I'm glad I'm single. It's made me exactly the woman I am today, the one who treats my friends like family and drives her grandma to get her hair done every Tuesday. I try not to think too philosophically all the time, but any alteration in my past and I could be someone else right now, and I'm glad I'm not. I'm proud of who I am and who I'm becoming, with or without a guy. Because the truth is, singleness is not a plague. It doesn't kill you. In my experience, it actually does the opposite: it makes you stronger.
So if you're a single reading this right now, know this: you are valuable, you are seen, and you are worthy. I would send you a bouquet of roses to tell you that if I could, but this will have to do. Even though this is a month that can sometimes swallow you whole, don't let it. You're amazing, just the way you are, and that's a fact.