I have come to the conclusion that I really like being single.
After four years of relationship after relationship finally I am alone to figure out my future. No longer am I tied to a single place because some guy or other whines "Oh, that's so far away!". I am my own woman, and I can do what I like with my life.
One of the main reasons, besides what is written above, is the fact that I now have the chance to figure out who I am. I am one of those unfortunate people who are easily manipulated by the significant other he or she is with, but no more! No, no more. It seems that God has bigger plans, that he is pushing me to be single so that I can spend more time with him and figuring out where he's taking me and my life.
This past weekend was one of the best I've ever had in my life, and there were quite a few revelations that I experienced at the oddest of times during my hiatus.
Number one: the guys in Kentucky are much more likely to give me the "you're cute, I'm interested" look than any guys I have met here at home. The problem with that is my disinterest, as I prefer being single, as aforementioned.
Number two: I have very few useful talents. I am artistic, musical, am a good public speaker, very good at flirting, a fast reader, and decent actress. I can cook, I mix some mean frosting colors, and I know bits and pieces of how to run a sound board. Many male friends come to me for relationship advice, and I have a listening ear. Unfortunately, none of those things are marketable skills for the workforce. However, one skill that I did not mention is giving massages. I have heard from many people that I give a mean back massage, and therefore I have decided to attend massage therapy school and pursue that as my career.
Number three: Did I mention I love being single, and I love Jesus?
Number four: the book I am currently writing will be called "Random Thoughts in a Silent Car". I thought of that title as I was driving home from KY in a silent car, thinking to myself "'guy' is a really weird word". Oh, the amazing ways genius strikes us...
That's all, really. I just wanted to mention my revelation to a blog that no one reads.
