On being single

It has now been three months of being single. sigh.



I'd like to think I was one of those fiercely independent women who cleave to their singledom like I do chocolate cake, but I'm not. I'm also not one of those women who hate being single so much she'll accept just about anything to avoid aloneness. I'm sort of between the two.




But I am impatient and an imaginative woman who can take a plain situation and ruffle up the edges and make it into a very romantic looking specimen of love. Quite a bit like this dog girl.




I'm trying not to do that this time.

I know that what I need to do is to create such a compelling future that I am okay to follow it alone, and then when Mr. Right shows up it is a natural fit but right now, I don't even believe in this compelling future so why would someone else.