I have always been more of an even-keeled kind of gal. By this, I mean that I have always gravitated towards even numbers. If you were to observe me adjusting the volume on my TV or radio you would note that I would never stop at 3 or 17 or even at 25. Even when it comes to reps or the number of sets completed in my workouts, I gravitate towards even numbered here as well.
Realizing that I have now been reduced to an odd numbered gal (aka “single”), I thought it was time to be a little more welcoming to the odd number. This conscious move coincides with my continued efforts in healing from the demise of my 10 year relationship. The shift is a good one in terms of me regaining my identity and independence. But it has been difficult nonetheless.
Recently, I sensed that my former-other-half has begun to move on. I am saddened, yet understanding. It is not that I don’t want him to be happy; I do. It is just that I always envisioned that one day I would marry him (not anyone else).
After 10 years of being a fully-committed couple, I am guessing that I may need an equal (10+) number of months to heal and be okay with being just me. Personally, I feel it is important to be okay (happy even) with being alone before I entertain the idea of dating again.
Therefore, I may as well make peace with being the odd one out. So, while it may be a while before I will land on the number 13, I am playing the numbers game as I make room for those odd numbers.