I celebrated yet another birthday as a singleton. Even though I had high hopes for this year, unfortunately I had to face reality. And as hard as it was, it just wasn’t possible. I had to get a grip on reality so I knew I was going to be single and was prepared… well almost.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s to be realistic and accept the choices you’ve made. At this point at this time, me being single is a choice… My choice…
So, being single I knew I had to spoil myself on my birthday as there was no one who was going to buy my the outfit or the shoes I wanted. No one was going to treat me to get my hair done, or arrange a party. I did it alone. I bought my own dress, bought my own shoes, got my hair done and arranged the party and it was all fabulous.
No matter how hard I try and convince myself otherwise, I am a hopeless romantic. It’s just fact. I want to believe in happy ever after, in the fairy-tale, in old fashioned romance… I refuse to believe it doesn’t exist anymore!
Another birthday being single, getting older... you start to wonder. What if? What if it doesn’t happen for me this ‘happily ever after’ notion that I seemed so obsessed with?... Honestly I have no answer for that as it slightly scares me and why it scares me is another question all together...
All I know right now is that I have no ring on my finger, no man by my side... Just me, which is not so bad as I get to figure out who I am and who I want to be…
‘It’s only ever possible to live happily ever after on a day-today basis’ Margaret Bonnano
