Like how I prepare you right in the title that this blog post won’t change your life? All about monitoring expectations. Ha!
Singleness is amazing sometimes. Sometimes it blows.
Sometimes being single lets you accomplish things you couldn’t do otherwise– say, write a book. Sometimes maybe you couldn’t accomplish something without the encouragement of a significant other. How do we know? I suppose we don’t. Faith.
One way I can tell I’m maturing is when I find myself thrilled for my friends in new relationships … instead of envious.
I get pissed if anyone even insinuates that I am “lesser than” because I’m single. I should probably give people the benefit of the doubt … instead I give them a lesson. #sorrynotsorry (Dating and married people, please take note of all the tiny things you do that say or insinuate this. It happens more often than you’d guess. I could give you four examples just off the top of my head.)
People who found their partner when they were young need to be especially careful about the feelings of someone who is, oh, let’s just say 34. People who got married at 20 have zero idea what it’s like to be 34 and single. It’s better just to acknowledge that than to pretend.
Being 34 and single is totally different for me than being 30 and single was.
Writing love stories is weird sometimes. But still fun.
Intimacy with friends is so important.
Intimacy with God is even more important.
Sometimes I think how Jesus was single his whole life. Sometimes I think how Paul said singleness is preferable to marriage.
I’ve observed enough friends to confidently say that it’s better to be lonely and/or discontented outside a marriage than lonely and/or discontented within one.
I’ve observed enough college students rushing to the altar to confidently say, Slow down. Your brain isn’t even fully developed until age 25. Heck, I didn’t even settle into my identity until I was about 28. I’ve seen many marriages dissolve when couples married very young. I also admit that, as a single 34-year-old, I’m not an expert on marriage.
Singleness allowed me to mentor many young people and really invest in their lives. Singleness allowed me to write a book. I try to be grateful for singleness’s gifts.
[Interlude in which I have a long online conversation with my bestie about all these things … and now it’s my bedtime and I decide to end this post with a conclusion that I call an interlude.]
Please know that all of my thoughts are shared with humility, and that some of them probably lean into stereotypes.
I’d love to hear your thoughts, just please don’t be mean.