Singleness and dating. It’s a common topic in my environment. For some it’s met with dread and tears. For others it’s met with freedom and exuberance. As I’ve written the blog, there’s been many facets of my life that I’ve withheld or haven’t chosen to share. A few days ago I added an Instagram story asking readers what they wanted to hear. The resounding response, they wanted more authenticity, vulnerability, and relationships. It’s a topic that in many ways makes me nervous. There is much of my life that I choose to keep private, but more than anything when it comes to singleness and dating, I by no means am an expert.
In light of this, why did I decide to write this column? There’s something about living well in a season that you didn’t expect. I didn’t expect to be single and in my late twenties. At the age of 25, I probably would have screamed in anguish at the thought. I think I might have uttered, “Oh God no,” while laid out on the couch with my roommate at the time. It’s ironic how life has played. I’m not haggard, unfortunate looking, a cat lady, or a damsel. My life is quite far from it. I’ve built a beautiful and full life. I get paid to be creative and bring the fullness of expression to the world, finding words and visual messages that resound with the hearts of others. This column will serve as a humorous voice of singleness in your late twenties. From navigating home improvements and power tools, to eating the same pot of chili for a week, there’s something about living that single life for a decade that brings a bit of humor and levity to it all.