Life/Self
A Married Woman’s Nostalgia for Her Single Days
Confession time.
I miss being single—a lot.
Maybe I’m missing the randomness of heading off to a relaxing yoga class on a Saturday morning after a lazy coffee instead of rushing off to a kid's sporting event while barely chugging down enough caffeine to survive.
Maybe I’m missing the feeling of having options yet no immediate obligation to choose any.
Maybe I’m missing taking a hot bath any time of day or however many times a day as I want with no interruptions.
Maybe I’m missing reveling in the period when I only had to take care of myself. No other humans to be responsible for. Only my two cats. Yes, I was once a crazy (debatable) single cat lady.
However, upon further introspection, I realized that it’s not any of those things, per se, although those are all decent things to miss.
I realized that the one thing I miss the most about being single is something most people take for granted or don’t even enjoy to a certain extent.
Being ALONE.
I love being alone. Always have. I probably always will. Leftovers from being an only child, perhaps? Seems like a logical deduction.
