Single

You know, I think it takes a strong person to handle the title “single.”

Someone who can handle the pressures of the nagging question, “So, are you seeing anyone yet?” Or the constant reminders of relationships, when you see guys and girls walking hand-in-hand or going out to eat.  Or the instant newsfeed of the social media, relaying information of your “ex” consistently mentioning that new young lady.

It’s tiring. It’s overwhelming at times. It’s heartbreaking. It’s something that you don’t take lightly. But it’s also building you into a better you. You could wallow, or you go and pick up those pieces, you wipe those tears, and you move on. Maybe not as fiercely as you’d hoped, maybe not as fast as you hoped, but man do you move on. 

And that’s when the emergence of strength, confidence, boldness comes to the surface. Sure, you have those qualities in a relationship, but in singleness — it’s different. It’s a sense of power that you feel deep inside of you. It’s like opening the curtains on a bright, sun-filled morning — a sense of refreshment.

You don’t need that other person to “survive.”

You rely on Christ, you rely on your family and friends. You don’t have to take the next month or so on, alone. You take it on day by day, little by little and you learn to embrace the title of “single.” And next time you get that nagging question, you politely and confidently respond, “No, I’m perfectly content where I am.” — and the best part is you mean it.