“Being single isn’t the waiting room before life begins. It is real life.”
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about love—not romantic love, but love for the lives we’re already living. Singlehood often gets painted with this brush of lack, like it’s some temporary state we’re all supposed to escape from. And sure, many of us dream of connection, of partnership, of being known deeply. But what if we also held space for the beauty of being single?
I’m so glad I stumbled upon a post recently that inspired this reflection. The author, like me, identifies as a lovergirl—someone who adores love, who dreams of intimacy and deep connection. But instead of mourning the absence of partnership, she celebrated what being single had gifted her. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.
So here’s my love letter to singlehood.
I love that I’ve had time to actually meet myself. To figure out what makes me smile in the morning and what keeps me up at night. To feel comfortable in silence. To build a life that fits me like a glove—crafted from my habits, my tastes, my weird little routines.
I love not having to explain my moods. I can be sad and soft one day, and bright and bubbly the next, and no one is asking why or trying to fix me. I move at my own rhythm. I get to be the sun and the moon in my world.
I love the space that’s opened up for appreciation. A good coffee. A soft bed. A playlist that understands me. The orange-pink glow of the sky before sunset. These small things hold so much joy when there’s no one else around to crowd them out.
This isn’t to say I don’t want love. I do. But I’m learning that being single isn’t a holding pattern—it’s not the waiting room before “real life” begins. It is real life. Rich, full, messy, joyful.
✨ Your Turn: What Do You Love About Being Single?
Drop your singlehood story in the comments. Whether it’s something funny, deep, healing, or wild—we want to hear it. Let’s build a thread of empowerment and remind each other that this solo era? It’s not just valid. It’s radiant.
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