This Is Why Being Single Isn't Completely Shit, Actually.

It’s a Saturday night and I’m at a party. Albeit, my Dad’s. It is the social highlight of my European summer and I say that without a hint of my trademark sarcasm.

Yep I’m 37, single and rocking out in the back garden of my family home where over a hundred of my Dad’s friends (the fact that my own Father has more mates than me both disturbs and delights me in equal measure) have been invited to enjoy an afternoon of homemade scones (because, BRITISH) and an evening hog roast (quiche and one raised eyebrow for the only vegetarian in the room).

As a parade of guest’s meander through the party, my sisters and I find ourselves air kissing and making small talk with a variety of people we haven’t seen for a variety of years.

We check in regularly to help each other out with names long forgotten.

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  JOKES JOKES JOKES. THE DOG DID NOT SHIT IN THE GARDEN! IT’S JUST BANTER PEOPLE!

JOKES JOKES JOKES. THE DOG DID NOT SHIT IN THE GARDEN! IT’S JUST BANTER PEOPLE!

“What’s that guy’s name again?”

“Which one?”

“The one with grey hair and a blue jacket”

“Well there are three men matching that description by the hydrangea, two by the meditating frog from B&Q and one stood dangerously close to where I suspect the dog took a shit this morning. And I don’t know any of their names.”

“Great, thanks!”

  NOTE THE PINK HYDRANGEA IN THE FOREGROUND. IT SHOULD ALSO BE NOTED THAT THESE LOVELY GENTLEMEN HAVE NO IDEA THAT THE BACK OF THEIR HEADS FEATURE IN MY BLOG. I TRUST THEY’D BE PLEASED - GOOD SPORTS!

NOTE THE PINK HYDRANGEA IN THE FOREGROUND. IT SHOULD ALSO BE NOTED THAT THESE LOVELY GENTLEMEN HAVE NO IDEA THAT THE BACK OF THEIR HEADS FEATURE IN MY BLOG. I TRUST THEY’D BE PLEASED - GOOD SPORTS!

We make regular eye contact with whichever sister is caught listening to a lengthy, boring tale from Uncle Scott (not a real uncle –just a long standing family friend which for some reasons qualifies him for the title) both to show solidarity and to communicate “haha unlucky sucker!”

We make sure that Lisa who runs One Stop (the village shop) has a jacket to fight the evening chill as the sun sets and as the fairy lights come on we high five each other for the demographically appropriate playlist (all credit goes to my sister Jen for that one).

But the only one of us who suffered condolences throughout the whole party, was me.

Why? Because I, unlike my sisters, am…

Single.

37.

And single.

And get this. With no kids.

And this kinda freaks some people out.

You see, being at a party full of people you haven’t seen for anything from one to 20 years inevitably means answering the question many single people dread. “And are you seeing anyone special?”

Now this is a perfectly harmless and normal question to ask.

Natural one might say.

But when I answer

“no, I’m single”

some kind of fear is released.


Auntie Joan (not a real Auntie) doesn’t get it.

Single?

How can this be?

Her bottom lip uncontrollably begins to droop; bent with the heaviness of sympathy I didn’t ask for or need. A gentle pat on my shoulder communicates that she sees it must be tough “at my age” and a patronising shake of the head lets me know she’s in disbelief at my “bad luck”.

I resist the urge to shove a raisin scone up her arse (credit to my sister Laura for the fruit scones) and I walk away.

  NOT AN ACTUAL PICTURE OF MY SISTERS SCONES. LET’S SEE IF SHE REALLY READS MY BLOG. YOURS DIDN’T LOOK AS GOOD AS THIS LAURA…

NOT AN ACTUAL PICTURE OF MY SISTERS SCONES. LET’S SEE IF SHE REALLY READS MY BLOG. YOURS DIDN’T LOOK AS GOOD AS THIS LAURA…

Of course, she comes from a place of love.

I get it.

And had she not been the fourth person to react to my ‘tragic’ news in this way it might not have irritated me quite so much.

The truth is, most of the time I really enjoy being single. And as with everything in my life, it is my CHOICE to live in the benefits of what I have rather than sit in the pain of what I don’t.

So if you are struggling with some of the ‘curses’ of being single, listen up as I share 7 realities of single life – and how they can be awesome if you just choose to look at them a different way.


1. Always getting the shit bed at family gatherings where too many people are saying overnight in one house.

Don’t be bitter about this. Get the fuck over it. It just makes sense.  Why should two souls suffer the click-click bed in the dining room underneath the tick-tock of the spooky Grandfather clock when it could just be me. I get my entire king sized bed all to myself every other night of the year so you gotta ask yourself who’s really winning here.

2. Never having a plus one at a wedding where you don’t know many people and those you do know you don’t see very often.

Sure it’s nice to have a plus one in this potentially awkward social situation. But not when your plus one gets drunk and makes a proper twat out of himself in front of your old Uni mates. Dude, that’s my job!

3.  Being sick without having someone close-by to reassure you that you won’t die from one too many Strepsils.

As I write this, I am coming out of a bout of some kind of flu/laryngitis/body-fail illness. And I will concede that being single and sick felt shit. But once the fever broke and it turned out I hadn’t od’ed on lozenges, I was pretty pleased that no sexual partner had to see what dragged itself from my bed – some things can’t be unseen.

4. Moving everything you own from one building to another building because your housemate shacked up with her boyfriend.

Also something I am currently in the throes of. Moving house is yet again one of those things you think would be easier as a couple than alone. But aside from lugging boxes (it’s a workout girl!) I’m kind of enjoying the process of making my own decisions about where and how I’m going to live. I don’t need to think about a garage for his pimped out car or a garden for his dick of a cat or a shelf for the fucking PlayStation. I once lived with a guy who had the shittest artwork and I looked at it every day for 2 years before we broke up. 2 years!

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YOU SHOULD TOTALLY FOLLOW ME ON INSTA. emily_thatcrazythingcalledlife

5. Being childless (or maybe you have kids and this doesn’t really apply to you).

I still get sat at the kids table at Christmas. A bit like bed-gate (see point 1) this just makes the most logistical sense (I’m the smallest and the youngest of my familial generation. Oh, and of course, I’m single). But instead of feeling like the family leper, I choose to relish the fact that I am childless and therefore way more fun than any other grown up in the eyes my nieces and nephews. I feed them sugar. And then give them back.

6. Travelling alone.

It sounds scary. And it is. But I get to go wherever I choose, whenever I choose. And along the way I meet people and have conversations and learn things and do things beyond my wildest dreams. Yes, trying to get that middle bit of your back with sun cream can be one of the world’s most frustrating things but it’s not as annoying as rubbing sun cream into the back of someone who has forced you to spend your annual leave digging for a lesser known worm off the north coast of Wales.

7. Being alone.

It is the greatest gift, to learn to be alone. To face this world with curiosity and learn where my values really lie without mistaking another’s for my own. I’ve done that before. And it didn’t feel good. Being alone has taught me the power of my own voice, the value of friendship and the strength of my soul. It has taught me hear differently in the silence, to feel my courage and to see my worth.


And so Auntie (still not an Auntie) Joan, your sympathy is a reflection of your fear. Not mine. And whether my next relationship comes along tomorrow, or next year or in ten; whether that relationship lasts for a short time, or a long time or for the rest of my time; my life will always be wonderful. Because I am not afraid of being alone.

 

If you like the way I think, you’ll love the way I do life. It’s messy and scrappy and far from perfect and totally sassy. But three years ago, I was a broke waitress and didn’t think this way at all. Life was far from wonderful and I was full of fear. If you’d like to know how I changed my mindset and so changed my reality (full disclosure, I have a pretty fucking awesome life now) then jump on board and join my totally FREE Facebook group That Crazy Thing Called Life where I regularly run FREE short courses showing you the exact steps I took to transform my life so that you can start living the life of your dreams too!

As for this blog, I’d LOVE to know what you think so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment and even better, share it with a friend. Single or not, I trust this blog serves as a gentle reminder that if you look at the positive side of life, life looks more positive.

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Thanks very much for reading,

Em x