{Thoughts} Going Thirty-Five and Single

So, here I am, cruising through life at 35 and still single. It’s a fact that’s not lost on me, especially when both my inner voice and curious colleagues often echo the same question: “Why are you still single?”

When I say single, I mean truly unattached. No significant other in sight.

Funny how life takes unexpected turns, isn’t it? Back when I was 28, I had this grand plan of walking down the aisle, but fate had other ideas. Three failed relationships later, here I am, still holding onto hope for that perfect match.

But you know what? Despite the occasional pang of loneliness, I’ve come to realize that being single at this age isn’t so bad after all. Sure, there are moments when I wonder why my journey hasn’t led me to marriage yet, but I also believe that everything happens for a reason. Maybe there’s a bigger plan in store for me, one that’s yet to unfold.

In the midst of all the pondering, I’m grateful for the unwavering support of my family. Their presence has been a constant source of comfort and reassurance, reminding me that I’m never truly alone in this journey.

I’ve always been a private person, preferring to keep my personal life off social media and confined to heart-to-heart chats with family and trusted friends. But lately, I’ve started to see my singleness in a different light. It’s not a curse or a mark of failure; rather, it’s a gift from above.

There’s something liberating about embracing my solo status and finding contentment in the present moment. Who knows what the future holds? For now, I’m choosing to focus on the positives and trust that everything will fall into place in due time.

And you know what? I think that’s pretty wonderful.