I should tell you right now I don’t have cats. Or a dog, for that matter. I also don’t spend my nights lounging on the couch with a pint of ice cream in my hand while watching some sappy Hallmark Channel movie. But I am single and in my late 40s, which means I often have a lot of explaining to do.
For the record, nobody grows up and dreams of being alone. I fantasized about potential wedding dresses and honeymoon destinations like most women in their 20s. I’ll even admit that if I had known I’d still be single at this stage in my life, I probably would have cried myself to sleep in a state of utter despair.
Want to know how many times I’ve actually cried myself to sleep about being single? Zero. Seriously. I’m way too consumed with my job and day-to-day responsibilities to ruminate over my circumstances — let alone shed tears over it. I pack my bags and skip town all the time, to the point where airport employees recognize me.
If I have a low-key weekend, it’s because I’ve specially designed it that way to give myself a break. The only time I’m reminded of my status is when others inadvertently remind me of it: Are you bringing a date to the wedding? Nope. What are you doing for New Year’s Eve? Not sure. Is it okay if I bail on lunch? My kid is sick. Sure. Otherwise, I deal with the same general stresses as my married-with-kids peers, from the rising cost of Everything but the Bagel Crackers at Trader Joe’s to mammogram results.
Here's another debunked myth: My single friends rarely complain to me about being single. That’s why I wanted to talk to a handful of them about the positives of our lifestyles. They were all willing to talk. Not surprisingly, I could only carve out a sliver of interview time with them because they’re busy as heck. I’ve whittled down our conversations to six benefits — pets and pet peeves not included!
“I have financial freedom.”