Confessions of a Singleton
I found myself crying a bit Monday morning as I was supposed to be running. It's hard to run while crying, so I decided to have my little moment and then get back to my regularly scheduled program. I cry about 4 times a year about being single. I used to get really worried when this happened. I thought it was a sign that I had serious problems. I used to worry that I was becoming one of those sad, mopey girls who aimlessly wanders around the house looking like this: I thought I was a bad Christian or maybe a bad feminist or maybe both. I thought it was a sign that I wasn't grateful for the wonderful life I had or that I was too focused on not being married. I have since learned to cut myself a break. I really don't know too many people that don't have some thing in their lives that is a struggle for them--that isn't something they had hoped would turn out differently. Singlehood is the same way. While I can honestly say that most days I am acutely aware