I remember in my 20’s I had a license plate frame made. It said “single and loving it”. I meant it, but I also felt like I had to prove it to myself and the world. Now, I’m older and less inclined to care. I have absolutely no one to prove it to.
I am happy single. Do I enjoy being coupled? I do, yes, very much so. But I’m enjoying this time to figure things out for myself. I’m enjoying this time of me, just me, whatever me wants to do. At present me is getting a bit portly, so for my own health that’s got to be looked at. Otherwise, I’m going to let this be a solo winter.
I don’t generally like going into the holidays single. It usually depresses me. But I’m actually looking forward to it. I think I’ll pick up knitting.
My fridge is on the fritz. I’ve got to clean it out and then call a repair person. I don’t want to have them come and tell me it needs to be cleaned out. But food is spoiling and it doesn’t feel very cold when you open it. The freezer seems fine though.
Well……off we go to another day.
It’s raining. I’m glad. I love it. It’s just starting up again. Rain season. “To everything…. there is a season…. and a time to every purpose under heaven” – Turn, Turn, Turn – The Byrds