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I almost didn't write about it. It was a moment in the car on the way home from Crossfit on Monday evening. It happened and I managed to catch the thought just after. At first it was more a surprise then anything else followed by a sense that it has been coming a long time and that I am just happy I got there.

 

I've been single a long time and there's a lot of reasons why that's the case, it certainly isn't from a lack of desire. Yet, as I mulled over the date at the weekend and the general difficulty around online dating. I found that actually, for the first time – or so it felt, I felt ok with being single. Suddenly, I realised I felt happy with who I am, for the very first time. That if things didn't work out, so be it. I am ok with that.

 

And the irony is that, I wasn't overwhelmed by it. Just pleasantly calmly pleased.