Gratitude: I’m Glad I’m Single
I am not distracted from my God by the pressure to serve my man. There’s no question about who’s number one in my life.
Being with the wrong person is a hell of a lot lonelier than being with no one at all. I know that I wouldn’t be happy with any of the men who’ve shown interest in me in the past. I have no regrets about that.
My money is my money.
My stuff is my stuff.
My space is my space.
My time is my time.
I don’t have to ask permission.
I don’t have to compromise, and I mean that in more than just the sense of cooperation.
I share myself with people I enjoy, free from obligation.
I can watch every stupid romantic comedy that’s ever released, in the theater, on debut weekend…if I want.
Flirting. Nuff said.
I eat what I want when I want it.
I can decorate in all flowers, all pastels, all pink and purple and cover my entire bed with stuffed animals…if I want.
I never have to pretend that I give a rat’s ass about football, ever, again.
I can save money on Xanax by not having to worry about whether or not some man likes me.
I am responsible for myself alone. I do not have a man or children who are relying on my financial contributions to the household.
If I want to bury my nose in a book all evening, then I can. And no one will bitch about it.
No need for birth control or Brazilian wax.