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Being single at 35

“How does it feel?” – is a question some of the long-married friends of mine have asked me from time to time and more so recently. Maybe now that some of them have started approaching their 10th anniversaries – maybe its playing on their minds more than before! :-) And I have always believed that the old idiom of ‘grass being greener on the other side’ applies to women more than men!! We always seem to want or at least be intensly curious about whatever’s out of our reach!

But to get back to the question being asked… how DOES it feel being single at 35? I don’t know if I can answer it actually – becoz then I need to know how else it could have felt at 35!! It feels bloody normal to me right now… :-)
Maybe not what I expected it to feel at 35 – but this is how it is.

It feels strange sometimes to have friends talk about their 9 yr old kids…
It feels pretty normal to have enough free time to do what catches my fancy…
It feels normal to never complain about ‘me’ time…
Its strange to come home to an empty house…
Its normal to be there for my parents every weekend…

But let me put it on record that I do wonder how it feels to be married and with kids at 35!! :-)

How is it to come home in the evening to a family?
How is it to not have your ‘own’ room?
How is it to always have someone to go for a movie with?
How is it to have to check with someone else before making a plan?

Hmmm… never know the answers to all the questions in this world – the only sane piece of advice I offer to anyone willing to listen! Else how will you keep your interest in living alive??

:-)

Comments

Unknown said…
It's just the state of mind..be single or not, one has to have an identity of its own.
You just don't have to be married to experience the how is it to be with someone else under the same roof....!!!
So go ahead girl and do not hesitate to experience what life offers to you...and your never say die attitude will always let you be in the right company....
cheers to your spirit!!!
take care

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