being single

being single vs being "attached" -- whatever that means.

i can't really do "lists" because they blend together.

right now i have more love for being single than being married. now, we all have to take that with a grain of salt, or two, because, you know, the ex is a douche.

the space was messy last night and there was no one to blame or help straighten. but the upside is it's my mess and it took a whole 15 minutes to put things back in order. speaking of order - everything has a place and never gets lost.

i can eat whatever i want. if i'm broke who cares if it's toast and peanut butter? actually, toast, honey and peanut butter are a standard meal at my house. eating what i want also means i can eat good quality food because i'm only paying for one person.

there hasn't been milk in the frig for at least 2 months. i got tired of throwing it out. who's all grown'd up now and not eating cereal?

my space breaths me. me and me. i only take into consideration what i want. not what anyone else would or would not like. ergo, pink walls and disco ball hanging in bedroom. and i totally slept criss cross on the bed last night. pillows galore. it's like sleeping in a cloud. and no fights over the temperature of the room.

there's no one to pull in the harness with you. and at times i've been a little hissy over that and cried a few tears but bottom line i've learned to do a lot for myself. i have tools - physical ones, emotional ones and mental ones. i eventually get around to figuring out what i need to do. thank goodness for google and youtube.

so there you go. even the cons turn into pros.