I'm single again....


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Being single again in my mid-30s is a mixed bag. It's a struggle to find time for myself while solo parenting, especially being away from my core support system. But when I do get out, it's incredibly fulfilling. The company I keep and the people I meet are intentionally uplifting. I love dressing up and feeling appreciated as more than 'just a mum', a desirable woman!
I feel complete, liberated, and, as the days go by and I reflect on how far Penny and I have come, I feel bad ass. It also helps that my clothes fit well and that I'm happy with my body. A little sexy is good for the self-esteem *wink*. My daughter gives me purpose, a reason to live, and I’m strong enough to pursue my retirement dreams. At my age and already in motherhood, if I were to date again, it would be purely for companionship. I’m not looking to build from scratch.
It's funny how healing works. One day, you're heartbroken because your ex tells you he is dating again, just weeks post-separation, postpartum hormones make you feel unlovable. Your support system reassures you that you'll find someone, too. But as you heal, you realise it's not a competition. It's about you. What makes you  happy? What do you need to work on? What lessons have you learned? How can you be better?
So yes, I'm single and focused on self-improvement.

I still enjoy a good flirt and sweet nothings, but I'm complete within myself. I’m a woman! 

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