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Let's get some things straight

First thing's first, don't think I will type something every day, I won't.

Secondly, apparently some folks think I am not happy.  That is totally not the case.  I know I did at one point in my post last night refer to this point in my life as a "season of sadness".  I did not mean necessarily mean I am sad and you should feel sorry for me (or offer up your advice on finding a man). 

This year has sucked.  And it has nothing to do with a man.

I am content as I am.  It took me 30 years to like myself and the person I am and I will not start feeling sorry for myself again. 

Yes, there are times it would be nice to have a man.  It would be nice to have a relationship, someone to spend time with, and someone to share life with.  However, I know what I want.  I know what I don't.  And I know what I will not settle for.

I will not settle for less than what I want or less than what I deserve.  I would rather be alone and unhappy than in a relationship and miserable. 

I hate to see friends (and even people I don't consider friends) jumping from relationship to relationship.  In my humble opinion that is a weak person.  I know that isn't a popular opinion (and one that might offend someone reading this. Sorry not sorry), but I believe this.

I spend a lot of years jumping in and out of relationships in my early 20's.  I dated a lot as well.  The seasons of singleness where the times I grew and learned about myself.  Those are the times I found out who I was and what I wanted.

So please, dear friends, strangers and whoever you are.... please don't feel sorry for me.  Please do not think I am a sad, hopeless, single girl. 

I am a happy, well adjusted, slightly crazy, single girl.




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