I am sick and tired of people telling me how to live my life. That I need to get married and have children. Like my life is meaningless without a man to define it. I enjoy my freedom. I come and go as I please. I do what I want when I want, with who ever I feel like doing it with.
I have an amazing life. I have wonderful friends and lovers. I lead an enriched life. I wish people who think they know what is best for me would just leave me alone. I have been told it is better to get married and then get divorced than to just stay single. Since when is it, cool to be a divorcee.
I love my life. I travel constantly. Whenever I just want to go somewhere, I just pick up and go. With no explanations to anyone. I go to the theatre about once a week. Concerts, shows, museums. I dine at the best restaurants almost every night. My life is surrounded by beauty. I am never lonely. I am to independent. I never sit around at home. I love going out by myself. I have no fear of being alone because I am comfortable in my own skin.
I love myself. I love my life. I love my family. I love my friends. I chose who I want to share my life with. My friends are as diverse and different as a field of wild flower in an asphalt jungle. They never judge or put me down. They love me and support my decisions. They enrich my life. They know to give me the space and freedom I need to explore and experiment with the different aspects of myself.
I live in the greatest city in the world and I take full advantage of all it has to offer.
I try to fill my life with meaning and purpose everyday. But I also just try to be still. To enjoy the quiet moments. The stillness in life. When I just stop and close my eyes and just feel the gentle breeze caressing the back of my neck lifting my hair, stoking my face. Or when I lay on the grass in the middle of 5th avenue. Just feeling the solid dampness beneath me. Looking up into the sky. Seeing the trees sway gentle in the wind and the shadows dance all around me. Letting the sun kiss and warm my bare skin.
After all the only one you can truly rely on is yourself. If you think that someone else is going to love you and make you happy, then you're in for some serious disappointments. No one is going to make you happy or love you and fill in any voids, if you don't already love yourself.
So if there is someone out there who is secure and comfortable with the idea that I don't need you. But that perhaps I will share my life with you because I want to. Then let me know. I am very picky. I want it all or nothing. Never settle.
Perhaps we can share a bottle of wine as we sit outside and watch the rain come down. Who knows I might just make those who think they know what's best for me happy too.
